Lost Life - Part Ii Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A man and woman walked up and we started talking, he had been
the first one to the top to help the boy, telling me what had
transpired, then went up the mountain a second time to give
his report to the sheriff.

His wife and I were talking when a small pickup with a camper
came down the road towards us and stopped.

Some people got out and came over to us, they needed help
getting some things out of the boat and I realized they had
been involved in the accident.

One young girl, blanket wrapped and held tightly around her,
shaking, had been in the pick up - a passenger, she smiled,
but seemed yet to be in a state of shock.

Talking for a few minutes then she and the others got into
the truck and drove back up to the road where the driver of
the pickup was apparently still in a state of shock.

Officers and paramedics talking to him, trying to get him to
respond; an ambulance came, no sirens, to pick up the boy and
take him away in silence.

A violent end to his life and no one seems to know why it
happened, or even what his name had been.

Sounds of a speeding vehicle, crashing noises, agonizing
cries for help, then moments later, deathly silence.

A tow truck and a flat bed came down to somehow extricate the
boat from it's side on the mountain.