This poem is for all those tired of windy, winter weather! I wrote it before my husband retired, but it still seems to happen like this sometime every winter.

HIGH NOON

When this doesn’t work and nor does that

And I’m upset

And ready to spat

When Honey’s at work and I’m alone

And can’t even use

My cordless phone

When the power’s out and life’s on hold

I sit in the dark

And creeping cold

Ready to scream, ready to shout

This hassled life

What’s it about?

Why am I here and where’s the smart

Of spending hours

Stuck at “Start”

When nothing works unless it’s wired

Into a system

Old and tired

That can’t sustain a windy day

So heaven help us all

I pray

God keep the branches on the trees

And off the wires

Thank you, please

Just guide me through this darkest hour

Bless my life

With light and power

And let me see to set each clock

That I might live

Past twelve o’clock, twelve o’clock, twelve o’clock …

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By Lisa A. Hatton