A lilting melody accompanies me <br />Down the white-rock earthen path- <br />Played by Pan, half man, <br />And the air is an arc of rainbow drops, <br />With the forest smell pervasive, <br />The tug of gravity pushing my thighs; <br />The brunch underfoot of my creature company; <br />He scares me more than a little, <br />The cleft feet and all; <br />The rank putrid smell, <br />But at the town gate he blows a piercing f sharp; <br />Turns and disappears into the foliage; <br />Leaving me lonely again.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pan-7/
