Deja Vu

Deja Vu

written by: Medgar-Fallon Roe

 

I felt the saddle’s movement;
I heard the horse’s snort;
Around my neck I felt the rope
Of my weight to soon support

Underneath a giant oak
I sat upon my steed
As I awaited punishment
For some malignant deed

I heard the creaking of the hemp
Against an oaken limb
‘Tis Hell would I soon visit
I was sitting on its rim…

I looked down, and all about:
Oaken acorns on the ground!
I urged to pick them up …
But both my hands were bound.

My thoughts were all distorted
My vision was a blur
I tried so hard to scream
But … my words were just a slur

I felt the rope go taut
Someone slapped my horse’s rump …
I heard the snapping of my neck
And felt the jerk and bump!

Suddenly I was screaming
Sitting upright in my bed
Sweat was pouring off me
I was sure that I was dead!

Slowly did I realize
The nightmare had been a dream
All was calm and normal …
Not at all like it had seemed.

Back down on my pillow
I lay my sweaty head
Smiling unto myself …
I was glad I wasn’t dead.

I felt something on my pillow …
In the dim light did I stare.
Horror rushed back into me:
Twas an acorn lying there!