A Tear For Tim Treadwell Poem by Robert Graves Jr

A Tear For Tim Treadwell



Clutching his teddy bear,
He entered the dark woods,
Determined to show them
That he was a grownup.
But his soft, childish voice
Signaled his vulnerability;
His wide eyes betrayed his fear.
Twelve times he saw the shadows,
Recalled childhood tales of monsters
Who devoured little boys.
Perhaps thirteen would be lucky,
Break the curse of being a little boy.
When the monster dragged him away,
His mommy wasn't there to save him...
Nobody was.

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Robert Graves Jr

Robert Graves Jr

Gardiner, Maine
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