Grey Sky Nightmare Dreams
Oh, grey sky, for which I see,
Please be kind don’t frighten me,
Drifting leaves dead long ago,
Floating traces lingered snow,
Quiet churns as darkness falls,
Hope and faith for one and all,
No more dreaded howling cries,
No more creatures terrified.
Just a luster to be seen,
Ghostly glares not sounding mean.
Snap the branches from the trees,
Break the ice that dangles free.
Outside forces mighty match,
To the leaky roofs to patch,
Shake the apples from the tree,
Stuck in place by winter freeze;
Calm fears that accelerate,
My subconscious undertake,
Rare occurrence must be gone,
Nightmare dreams are shown all wrong.
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Poem-In loving memory of my Aunt Lila Johnston 1926-2016
Valentines sent with love from grandma describes this poem.
It was September 30, 1911, the place, Potter county Pennsylvania. The day the Austin dam broke killing 78 people. My grandmother told me her story.