Petrified Wood Poem by Mae Witt

Petrified Wood

My boyfriend and I went out for a hike
along the trail, we were both mesmerized
this path that we were roaming looked narrow
and well traveled by others over time.

We stopped when we both found a good place to
relax and have a bite of our trail mix
after our small brunch, we decided to take another
path which led down into a small crevice.

Then we both decided who shall enter in first
once inside we found we had to use our
flashlights, looking down near an outing we
both saw something unusual lying under

A cracked visage of a rock, this in itself
looked as if someone had made a whole to
hide something so they can come back for it.
Once we both went down on our knees we both

felt a small shiver run up and down our spines.
Laying beside or behind the big bolder of rock
was a skeleton of a man who may have died
when part of the rock gave way and crushed him.

Just then we both stood up so fast we almost
missed a shiny or so we thought lying at or
near his broken ankle, a large piece of
Petrified Wood.

Wrapped beside it we also found a
note that this human had written for
someone. In case of my death can you give
this small treasure to my son, Raymond.

Guess the small treasure was this precious
piece of Petrified Wood, for it, had the effect
that it also looked like it had been bronzed by
some unknown barrier upon this well forested hills.

MJ W.