To Reach My Ground Poem by August W. Landing

'Tis on this road that had no light,
With mist demisted from the ground,
At night-
That I lost my might to fight.

Shall I reach my promised ground?
Where no cricking crickets sound.
Here around
I must fight-
To reach my promised ground.

I might hit a foreign wall,
(Or fall in an abyss hole)
Just before my ground.
But I must fight the wall and fall
To reach my promised ground.

I know not what gold it hold,
(My far promised ground)
But I know this night, this cold,
Is what I must fight-
To reach my promised ground.