Winter Night Poem
Twas the middle of the night, me sleeping soundly in my slumber,
I hear a noise that kind of resembles thunder.
Extremely annoying and in periodic intervals,
The noise is emanating throughout these thin walls.
Guessing I’m dreaming, I ignore the sound,
A heavy sleeper I am, some heads would pound,
And jolt them out of it, like my companion who was awoken by the alarm,
And hovering over me shaking me conscious, grabbing coats and sweaters to keep me warm.
For we guessed that outside would be reasonably cold,
This was an understatement, I am told.
For what we encountered out in the elements,
Made me feel like a prisoner in a little tent,
Back in the war times and running for cover,
Hiding in areas least likely to be discovered.
A little different scenario, but similar type weather conditions,
People back then had such high ambitions,
Had to put their all into protecting their loved ones,
Including extended family, wives, daughters and sons.
Slipping on my slippers and a large fuzzy sweater,
Knowing its winter, so maybe I should have known better,
But in my defense it was 3am,
And others went barefoot so no need to condemn.
Thinking I would be prepared as I was reasonably warm,
Out in the hallway seeing all the women being adorned,
By their significant others with arms wrapped around,
As we exited the dorm and into the elements we were bound.
Frigid air enters our bodies and settles on our fingers,
Which are exposed and vulnerable to the cold which lingers.
Besides that we’re okay for the time being we are content,
No real complaints so we aren’t too bent,
Out of shape we may be but we're working on that,
For if we don’t, for sure we’ll get fat.
The woman speaks to us saying news we don’t want to hear,
That we can’t re-enter but that there is a place nearby, but where?
Center lodge it is called and only a few minutes walk,
We start our encounter, some only in socks.
The fire trucks arrive and investigate the scene,
Wonder what officials will think, especially the Dean.
The firemen are seen through window as we watch what they come across,
Wondering who would be held accountable for this and what it would cost.
Then they came out with some firecrackers in hand,
Asking us all to report if we knew anything, they politely demand.
Mysteriously no one knows a thing and all is quiet,
But you know what, I don’t buy it.
For someone was playing with firecrackers at 3am,
Interrupting all sleep and causing mayhem.
Nothing better to do then light up things,
Not caring of destruction whether it is explosions or dings,
Or scrapes, all sorts of things.
Walking briskly to get their quick,
Avoiding massive puddles that could make us sick.
Campus was wetter than wet that night,
Was so dark not much was in sight.
Not wanting to be soaked,
And wondering who provoked such a night,
We walk in silence and enter our destination,
Glad this building was here-such a wonderful creation.
Not just an academic building but temporary resting spot,
Until we could reenter our building, or until someone was caught.
Stayed there awhile and then we were told our dorm was okay,
We exited the building with not much to say,
Walking on back it seemed to have been worse,
Puddles were bigger and I kept trying not to curse.
Until I couldn’t no more as I fell onto my buttocks,
Into a puddle and thinking how I love these nighttime walks,
Soiled from the waist down and my slippers are soggy,
Making our way back to our home, feeling like a dirty, wet doggy.
An out-of-sorts evening leaves me sleep deprived and exhausted,
For after such an experience I often find myself tossing,
And turning in my sheets unable to sleep,
For an evening so busy only to end in a beep,
Of my alarm clock saying rise and shine,
Thinking my warm bed, just gimme a little more time.
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