Pot of Food
Pot of food
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Our pot too whoo
You home through the storm
I am in .. you are out
Lighting strikes again
The maple tree is terrified
The dogs are petrified.
The window's fear
The thunder near
The cat runs
under the table.
Hearty beef stew
boiling stable.
Misty you sway
wet back to me.
My heart in hope
For lightning to miss you.
My hope is heard.
The fire keep's it burn
This warm house
Your winter food
Waits on the stove
Wanting you to get home.
This winter storm
A jealous woman
To strike and divide us
To be seperate.
I see a frame
You dripping at the door.
Our beef is warm
Like love
We beat the storm
And a hearty beef
Right in our home.
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