Falling On Chicagos Ice
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Golly , I was just thirteen and coming back from school.
In winter, in Chicago, to not walk fast on ice, was
near a golden rule!
The wind was howling like a hungry wolf on the roam.
There inside, I saw my dog, asleep on warm alpace
blanket, indoors at home.
The sidewalk surfaces, all covered with sheets of ice.
Carefully, most carefully, my steps on the driveway,
were light and silent as mice.
Suddenly, I saw no house, just the sky staring at me.
Quite honestly, I could not breathe,feeling attacked
from behind by a giant Sequoia tree.
I gathered up my school belongings, crawling up the
driveway with a cut on my knee.
Never so happy was I to be indoors, welcomed by my dog,
worry in his, eyes could I see.
12/21/2021
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