Morning by Keith D Allison I hear the wind howling the Sun has not yet lifted its head I feel the cold on the outer blankets I reach out into the cold breath grabbing my coveralls to pull beneath the blankets   A few more moments of warmth before I rise and light the lamp I hurry towards the stove a little paper, a little kindling a few cow chips   I warn my hands above the flame before I head to cook stove repeat the process once more the wind is still blowing as a light awaken, I can see the snow on the glass   As I whip up a few cakes I see that I forgot to put the eggs in the icebox they are frozen I eat my breakfast, then head for the barn Chores, another day, life is good   01/16/2008 Author's Note: The breath of simpler times Posted on 01/16/2008 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/20/08 at 08:17 PM Quite the vivid poetic snapshot of rural life. Excellent! Puts all cameras to shame. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)