State of Emergency
State of emergency,
stressed with much urgency.
Snow flurries,
blind me,
I can't find my way home.
I roam,
in a foot of snow,
alone and cold.
I will not fold,
Trudging through this powder white.
Vicious winds blow,
chapped lips,
the hair on the back of my neck grows,
winters might shows,
sleet, into snow,
then back to sleet.
two feet,
ice and snow,
temperatures low.
In this dreadful winter storm.
We are in a State of Emergency,
Father winters aggression scorns,
left alone at home
with hot chocolate
and a scone...
We are in a State of Emergency........
Jared Pickett
12/19/09
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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