Lost in the Mist
A girl of three wandered free
Along a winding path
Her eyes glued to mystic hues
A sinking silver swath
Three fishermen cried to save the child
From icy oceanâs wrath
Not a moment late, they pulled her safe
The child found at last
Carried back then sat on lap
Inside their big red van
A question cast, âWhereâs home?â they asked
The girl who may have ran
She told a lie to escape their sight
She couldnât face her clan
They werenât assured, and neighbours saw
As girl divulged her plan
So on they drove and brought her home
To parentsâ great relief
Fishermen praised, and off they blazed
To their own families
The girl still greets a fogless sea
And thinks, âWhat could have been?â
Sheâs grateful see, for fishermen three
And for being seen