Craig J. Hansen

Facebook RSS Feed Contact

The Iceman

Now they’ve found me
I walked long ago on the mountain side
An icy cover
Hid me away since the day I died.

Someone followed
Somebody watched and I didn’t know
In a mountain hollow
That’s where an arrow laid me low.

Thousands of seasons
All took their turn in the mountain sky
And hid the reasons
Why on that day I had to die.

©2022 Craig Hansen