August 21, 2012 10:20PM
Pitch black, the country night
Calm and still
No help from winking stars
The air with a hint of chill
Calm and still
No help from winking stars
The air with a hint of chill
The feeble beam of my flashlight
Bounces as I scurry
It attempts to push back the dark
To take away the worry
Bounces as I scurry
It attempts to push back the dark
To take away the worry
120 steps from door to gate
Then I tug it till it closes
To keep out the deer
And save my pretty roses
Then I tug it till it closes
To keep out the deer
And save my pretty roses
Only darkness across the street
Things are not the same
Since Thursday July 3rd
When that house went up in flames
Things are not the same
Since Thursday July 3rd
When that house went up in flames
A startled bird flees the hedge
And I jump in alarm
Surely there’s no one there
No chance of any harm
And I jump in alarm
Surely there’s no one there
No chance of any harm
But I’ll remember to do this earlier
Tomorrow night
Before darkness presses around me
And gives me such a fright.
Tomorrow night
Before darkness presses around me
And gives me such a fright.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings in this poem. You put your fears into words and learned from your experience.
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Thanks Shaddy! It was a spooky night! The street light is finally on across the street now, so its not sooooo dark.
ReplyDeleteNice way to deal with your emotions. A disaster so close to home really takes a toll on your psyche.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I sent you something with a PDF attachment last night. Let me know if you got it.
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