Out Of Sight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rolling down lanes through a forest when younger, school
age to be exact, walking alone, down a mile long dirt road
to the bus stop.

Scared because there seemed to be someone walking just out
of sight, but could hear them stepping on the fallen autumn
leaves on the ground.

Somehow whatever it was, staying alongside, out of sight,
scared and walking faster just to get away from whatever it
was, living to tell about it now in later years.