About a year ago, I found myself completely intrigued by a story I had heard. It is a true story of two young boys who were lost in the Allegheny mountains of Pennsylvania for a few days and nights in early spring in the year 1856. It wasn't until a family friend, Jacob Dibert, had an intense visual dream telling him exactly where the boys were, that they were found dead. This story intrigued me so much that I felt compelled to write a poem about it. It is told from the mother's perspective, and is entitled "Can You Help Me Find My Children?".
For I was working in the fields
When they wandered off alone
To somewhere in these hills.
Please, help me find them!
I fear that they won't live
But I have faith, nonetheless
That God is always with them.
Their father went off hunting
The boys had stayed behind
When I turned my back for one second
They wandered from my side.
Oh, Jacob, tell me, what was your dream?
I'll do anything to find my boys
Tell me, sir, what shall I do?
For they are my pride and joy.
He said to me "Dear sister,
I'll tell you what I saw
I saw the children lying there
Behind a hollow log.
The wind and rain had got to them
It tore right through their flesh
Alas, dear lady, I'm sorry
Your boys, this night, are dead."
There stands a monument this day
To mark their place of rest
It stands there to remind me
Of their terrifying death.
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