Hello Hive poetry fans. I found a treasure trove of fantastic poetry that was written by my late stepfather Alan Borgh. I would like to take the opportunity to share Al's poems freely with the entire Hive community.
American Night
roll on into the deep American night into the bone-chilling stillness that knows how to wait
the murmurings of danger and fear unseen but felt haunt the night terror softly and surely seeping in
turn and stare no one's there
only the icy stars and the silent void
By: Alan Borgh January 31, 1973