the night poem

As per Josh's request: here's the night poem I wrote at camp. (if you had to walk up that terrifying dark canyon to get to your bed each night you might've written one too!)

For stranger things are born at night

Mid stars and moon and waning light.

Bizarre and rare are things untold

When sky is black and moon is full.

On such a night was I alone

With failing sight I wandered home.

The gravel groaned as I walked past

And morbid shadows trees did cast.

With friends now gone my courage failed

And eerie sounds of night assailed.

The chirping cry of birds now gone

The wind and owl now gave their song.

With quickened pace I now did walk,

For trees with creaking branches talk.

And in the breeze they seemed to say

That I’d be best to turn away.

For stranger things are born at night

Mid stars and moon and waning light.

Bizarre and rare are things untold

When sky is black and moon is full.

Now real or not I cannot prove.

I swear I saw the darkness move;

Where once my shadow there had stood

To follow me just as he should.

Now he had fled into the night

And I alone went pale with fright.

Unreal it seemed so I did test

To see if sleep my mind did jest.

But true enough I had been changed;

The laws of science rearranged.

Though tree and branch did shadow throw,

I had none on the ground below.

For stranger things are born at night

Mid stars and moon and waning light.

Bizarre and rare are things untold

When sky is black and moon is full.

Cold beads of sweat did now appear,

For I did change my haste to fear.

Since home was still so far away,

I sang to keep my mind at bay.

But my singing voice the wind did churn,

And to my horror it did return.

The voice was mine I must confess,

And did with gravely tones address:

“I am thy shadow, dark and sly

And at thy side I’m want to fly.

But such a specter I have grown

Impatient with your flesh and bone.

So let it be to your demise

That if not caught before sunrise

I’ll take your place and you’ll take mine

And in the dark you shall resign!!”

And with those words began the race.

The shadow led and I did chase;

Round tree and bush the specter ran.

He ne’er fatigued like mortal man!

O’er rock and hill, through stream and brush,

My silhouette with speed did rush

Until at last he’d left my sight

And blended back into the night.

Though quicker far than I could track

A plan I made to bring him back.

As dawn approached I cried with force

For goals unmet now led off course.

For all adventures left undone,

For all my battles left unwon,

So loud I cried that he did hear

And curious did reappear.

I heard him creeping from behind

Then I leapt up and I did bind

Our hands together then our feet.

At last again our souls did meet!

Then with a clap the thing was gone

Myself once more returned to one

Left all alone there in the hills.

I wondered then and question still--

If what occurred was but a dream;

A phantom and not as it seemed.

Or if my shadow could escape

And in exchange my place could take?

For stranger things are born at night

Mid stars and moon and waning light.

Bizarre and rare are things untold

When sky is black and moon is full.

--who wrote this? Taylor or Jodi? Take a guess.

creative clever artistic jodi or mechanical robotic sciency taylor?