One Poem at a time


A flashlight from heaven
or a full moon
it  was shining bright
and none too soon

I  realized I was lost
night and darkness very near
a simple walk around the camp
the lake nearby, I had no fear

The light from where ever
opened  my eyes to see
the camp, just a few steps ahead
lucky me

Without warning,  the light disappeared
not a full moon, no clouds I could see
must  have been my guardian angel
looking out for me.    


iris yvonne miller