Willow Pond Trail Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

willow pond trail.a view of ponds and leaves.trees, and bushes, palmettos and squirrels.the invincable walk through with no thought at all to the ongoing alligator problem, and the leery, well they take a second look as to whats important, like arms and legs.

press ahead, on to willow pond trail, read the signs left by forest rangers, reread the part of alligator, bobcat and snake bite danger.the pond itself, covered in algea, allows, the uhh, mind to travel, dont dilly dally, just look and wander on.

a place where time went on, left the trail, untouched.beauty much but the creepiness factor does react here, and the mind wanders on.grab a stick, break it off a tree if you must, for you will wander the chances of being pulled under water by an alligator.dont worry, they fool you, the park says it never happens.the right to bear arms should be supreme here at willow pond trail.a place hell would close out.no doubt.

willow pond trail is captured by the state park of fort clinch, and the rangers themselves confess to being scared of the refuge of animals taking shelter beneath the canopy and the water here at willow pond trail.not even jim morrison could write a poem in this ville, the fear would rise up and alter his hand useless.the fuse to which the animals go by is short, and to hear the bobcat call is not uncommon.i wont even mention the amount of ghosts and monsters rumored to live here, at willow pond trail.they own the night, the night vacated by tourists.

willow pond trail, with its boat magic, keeps afloat algea and corners off wondering tourists, for only a fool would venture out, and with doubt must i report, as a school kid and native of this here amelia island, i was forced to walk the trail that navigates around willow pond trail.part of a field trip they told me......yeah......right.