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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() LITTLE GIRL LOST (For Sara Anne Wood) Up North, among the gloomy trees, In chill and ice and bitter breeze, A group of searchers probes the snow In cold approaching ten below. They fear that in these mountains wild's The resting place of a poor, lost child. They hope to God that they won't find The thing that each has in their mind. The months go by, the seasons change Across the Adirondack Range. Now rain and mud and flies and heat Succeed as obstacles they meet. Though none had met you, they know your face. Your picture's posted every place. And by their side 'mid pine and birch, Your father's with them in their search. You see, the Troopers and the rangers Are very far from being strangers. Most of them are parents, too. They feel what yours are going through. The Major who gives interviews On morning and on evening news Is not a TV talking head Who's handed statements to be read. His job's to keep the effort going. Inspiring hope, though we work knowing That we'll not find you safe and sound. Still, we'll not stop until you're found. The world for kids is full of dangers. We warn you not to talk to strangers; To stay away from guns and drugs; From matches, knives, electric plugs. Stay sure and steady in your belief We'd keep you from all harm and grief. And even if you disappear We'll not stop looking. Never fear. Go To TABLE OF CONTENTS ![]() Questions? E-mail Us! CONSTANTINE'S CIRCUS, INC. PO Box 7223 Capitol Station Albany, NY 12224-0223 518-465-4413 518-465-3200 FAX |