I hope I never have a fire in my humble home.
Still, I like to plan ahead so, this is how it would go:
First, thing I would save, must be my cell phone;
to, call the fire department so, they can save my home?
Crucial papers would be second. my wallet and cash.
My journals with my sketches and my family photo stash.
A hooded coat and shoes, if it’s frigid outside;
Standing in the cold won’t do; it’s not how I want to die!
I’d wish I had time to grab additional things but, doubt there’ll be;
that’s all I’d have time to grab, if there were, just me.
I try to keep important things, together ‘neath the bed;
I can grab them and vacate my flaming homestead.
If family and pets were home; saved first, they’d be;
family might save themselves but, pets we might not see.
Especially, the shorter ones, may be hidden by the smoke;
for they are family too, precious four-legged folk.
Written: 2-7-19
A winter walk in minus five, Celsius degrees,
Is colder than tee shirts of summer time.
The snow is crisp, snow holes abound
Along the trails I walk
And keeping from an ankle turned
Is challenging indeed.
Mr. Sun is fully out, bright dazzling in blue,
No winter clouds to block its rays of warmth
From many million miles away
Along these trails of snow,
With winter breezes oh, so cold
Brushing upon my face.
Invigorating without doubt, many will attest,
Can such a walk in winter time be felt,
As minus five in Celsius
Keeps nipping at one's ears
And finger tips call for a rub
From time to time to time.
Back home again, I hang up my hooded coat and scarf,
Heater my winter boots and mitts to warm.
- And I rub my hands quite briskly,
Still chilled from on my walk
That I could do this winter's day
Far, far away from spring.
W.C.Hull © 2011-5-3-697 (D)
Encumbered with the walker
blankets for the wet bench,
sheets of water splashing the cement.
I ventured to my smoking spot
face hidden inside my hooded coat.
I light my fire stick,
letting drops of water
reverberate on my hood.
My angel came walking by
called my name;
gave me her umbrella and kept on walking.
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