Constance La France Poet Verse

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Sleepwalking, As the Snow Falls

Cold was the winter night as the snow fell,
drifting and piling on the streets and paths;
where a wandering girl struggled to walk,
    weary and homeless, sleepwalking.

Oh, she was lost, a runaway of abuse,
cold was the night but colder was her fear;
she was sleepwalking to nowhere in the snow,
    she had no shelter from the winter.

Fast the people walked past not seeing her,
help me, feeble the poor girl cried out;
help me please, I am so cold and hungry,
   sleepwalking, she struggled on and on.

Once I had friends-  but they are gone now,
once I had parents-  but they betrayed me;
once I had a home-  once I had a man to love,
   oh, please pity me strangers walking by.

I had a life before-  I had a baby boy,
yes, a baby-  he is in Heaven above now;
Loud is the wind blowing her down and down,
    as the people walk on and on.

And when she could not walk she lay down,
from the gathering snow she called out, help me;
so loud was the wind that her voice drifted.
   so, she closed her eyes, and slept.

Worn out from sleepwalking and hopelessness,
down she sank into her bed of cold soft snow;
there did a walker find her in the morning,
    God, had given her a home.

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July 25, 2018


Poetry/Verse/Sleepwalking, as the Snow Falls
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1045-906-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Sleepwalking
sponsor, John Lawless

Third Place

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Susan Gentry August 1, 2018 at 7:14 PM Congratulations on your win. Compelling reslistic story. Enjoyed.

Subimal Sinha-Roy August 1, 2018 at 2:37 AM Congratulations, Constance on your win. Such a touching poem.

Anisha Dutta July 31, 2018 at 9:53 PM So sad, so touchy, so beautifully penned by you. Congratulation!

Sandra Haight July 31, 2018 at 5:00 PM Such a dark, but beautifully written take on the theme, Constance. Congratulations on your Podium win. Hugs, Sandra

John Hamilton July 31, 2018 at 9:41 AM Wonderful write Constance, congrats on a fine win!

Caren Krutsinger July 28, 2018 at 4:49 AM This poem is a better story than the little Match girl. You are such a master with words, Constance. Masterpiece.

Andrea Dietrich July 27, 2018 at 7:35 PM wow, Constance, you blew up all the competition with this one. I love your take on the theme!! reminded me of the poor little match girl. Soup mail for ya.