FOG
Sometimes it’s thick and solid,
        you can hardly see at all,
It’s like walking quite blindly
        not seeing tree or wall,
It’s seems so very hard to even
        breath when the fog is thick,
That’s the kind of awful weather
        that makes everyone feel sick.

Then there is the swirling fog
        that drifts lazily around,
Sometimes it is so very dense you
        don’t know where you are bound,
And have to find your way about,
        not by your sight but by sound,
Then for a short moment it swirls
        away and you can then see,
You may even be very surprised at
        finding out you are home free.

Fog make things look different
        from what they really are,
Buildings all can just vanish away,
        short distances seem far,
Bright lights are dimmed or hidden
        like truth being taken away,
I can live with fog and mist in my life,
        not in my heart to lead me astray.

M Ann Margetson November 14, 2001