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Late October
by Keith D AllisonThe snow is a falling
the wind is howling
I feel it's chill
coming from the cracks in the wall
I strike a match
lighting the kerosene lantern
trimming the flickering light
warming my hands top of the glass
The cow chips are few
so I'll throw the buffalo robe on the bed
sometimes I wish I could live like the rich folks do
but in truth life's been good
The frost has came early to the pumpkin
the winter
just seemed long
when you're old
10/28/2009 Posted on 10/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/29/09 at 03:44 AM This spins in me the feeling of a lonesome prairie winter. Something swept up in a winter wind, something wild, melancholic, and alone. I love its haunting. Beautiful. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/29/09 at 03:35 PM You bring me close to the basics in this one, a hint of my grandparents and their wood stove grandpa would stoke at night and fire up in the morning, although their house was tight as tight. This line sets it apart "but in truth life's been good". Man, this poem makes me shiver - it's 28 here this morning! |
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