Storm Diary- the Beast From the East
My cupboards are stacked with provisions,
six flavours of soup, plus baked beans,
thick socks and thick shirts for this amber alert
though I am not quite sure what that means.
The torch has got spare sets of batteries,
saucepans, jugs and the bath are all full,
emergency flares, logs stacked under the stairs
and Long Johns made from Alpaca wool.
I'm in bed beneath several blankets,
and trying to get off to sleep,
but it really is hard when I know in the yard
that the snow there is two inches deep.
( 'The Beast from the East' is the name that the meteorologists and the
media have given to the current cold front sweeping in from Siberia)
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