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
