Times of Peril

november 1991

The message has now come by foot to me,
That danger is progressing close from lee.
I've only time to pack the things of mine,
Yet I can only use the haste of time.

I saw the glowing stones of great figure,
The paintings of my kin with tall stature,
The hard-earned toys made by technology,
Volumes explaining my psychology.

These things seem small in times as hard as now,
For they will burden down upon my brow.
I'll leave with what packs in my apparel,
These treasures of mine in times of peril.

d. e. storey