Late October by Keith D Allison The 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 © 2026 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem 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! 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 © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)