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Antiquated Lady's Bout With a Blizzard

An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out.
With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about.
On her thumb she wore a thimble, as she pulled the thread so nimble, enjoying the 
light,
While the weatherman’s voice was blaring, declaring a storm in sight.

She began to hurry, and to worry about her Sam.
Had he heard the early morning warning from the weatherman?
While she sat there stewing, the storm greater brewing, she thought about her 
man.
“He could work much longer, if only he was stronger— he does the best he can.”

The skies grew darker and her thoughts grew starker in the afternoon.
“Upper air disturbance; expecting turbulence with night coming soon.”
While she debated, the storm accelerated from the north.
With clouds unloading her thoughts grew foreboding, as she paced back and forth,

Qualms of duress she expressed about her Sam.
“Was he wet and freezing? Was he cold and sneezing? Poor old Sam!”
The northern air was gusting as she began thrusting shut the door,
From freezing rain fast falling, while for Sam she was calling as she paced the floor.

Back at the weather station a strange situation was spreading forth.
Not so far away an arctic foray pushed from the north.
It hardly took a wizard to see the shaping blizzard hiding every star,
A whirling cloud formation showed its concentration on the isobar.

Suddenly she started walking, while talking to her Sam.
Once she stopped to listen, ignoring the snow that glistened— then she ran.
She must’ve been unsightly as the lights shown on her brightly from a car,
Driven by her daughter, doing things she taught her, searching near and far.

“Mother! It’s me, Mabel. You know you’re not able to be out in the cold!
Look how hard it’s snowing with the wind so cold and blowing. Forgive me if I scold.
Finding you not there, I looked everywhere up and down the street.
You’ve come too far, so get in the car and dry your feet.”

“Mabel . . . Pa went out this morning . . . but he had no warning the weather would 
be severe.”
“Oh, my mother dear, please come here, come here. Dad’s been gone a year!”
Suddenly the old lady was weary, her eyes old and bleary, her body weak and cold.
She had no coat nor jacket, but in her hand a packet—Sam’s picture she did hold.
© James Tate  Create an image from this poem.

All Along

in the light of this new day 
where dreams of yesterday 
fade softly away 
past is the doubt 
the hapless thoughts 
sealed with tape 
the oblong  box 

hidden deep are the old scars 
packed inside a chambered heart 
no room for all of those old things 
never were they what they seemed 
learning from the same mistakes 
waiting longer 
growing stronger 
bandaged by your love 

why would I ever want to look back? 
when I was not on the right track 
with one headlight I drove away 
Jakob’s words in my mind played 
over and over I played your song 
and still I knew it all along
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.

How Old Is Old

Since time began, there has been a generation gap
And all their opinions will never change, because of their age
Seems like today's time, the gap has become more extreme
Now they wear their caps backwards, don't use it as a thinking cap
No more respect, this brings older people to sudden rage
It is a nightmare, not the American dream

When asked how old I am, I just smile and say
"Man, I am like Old Testament old""
"You know the Ten Commandments and The Golden Rule""
"In school the taught the 3R's and it was all right to pray"
In response some will say, "Wow Old Dude that is cold"
"You really are from The Old School"

Not knowing who George Washington was or what he did
"Isn't he the old gray haired dude on the one dollar bill"
Not knowing if he chopped down the cherry tree or the money tree"
It sure was not like this when I was a kid
What in the Hell has happened to this country
But then to a point God does us free will

The fault lies on both sides in need of repair of the gap that will continue to grow
Like back to basics and thinking with common sense
And knowing who really wears the crown
That is the only way all of us will ever know
For all of us, it is our only defense
Not when  asked what is 2 plus 2, " Back off Pops, the computer is down"
© Danny Nunn  Create an image from this poem.


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