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The Back Door

Contributed by sinned on Saturday, 21st January 2006 @ 04:37:14 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Dark and misty was the night
Hearing creaking from my bed
Freckles gave a chilling howel
Out my window a distant light
Familiar the red green and yellow
No traffic silent was the street
Fearful thoughts filled my head
Dazed yet sleeply eyed
I arose to explore the noise
Uncertain I reached for my cane
Freckles at my side
With my cane I readied to poise
Certainly I could cause some pain
Yet an entruder I wished not to see
Freckles gave is hello bark
Why I couldn't understand
Strangers in the dark frighten me
The kitchen night light but a spark
I approched the stareway land
The back door would creak
High I lifted my hardwood cane
Heart beating ready to strike
The door slowly open about a peek
It was Roger Dennis my grandson
Many a time has he caused me to wake
Freckles jumped as he entered in
With his tongue he gave Roger a kiss
I could have broken his neck
Boy you better get home earlier
Sorry grandpa
Happily Freckles lapped his tongue
Roger it's 2:22 AM
Grandpa but I'M Young
I don't give a damn
Grandma and I need our sleep
We're tired of waking like this
Don't be so inconsiderate
After all in this house I am the man
At twenty-three it's time to grow
Think about it
I hate to see you have to go

Love Grandpa-Grandma 1-20-2006
2:22 AM


Sinned










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Re: The Back Door (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 23rd January 2006 @ 04:01:17 AM AEST
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Very good writing. Sounds about typical.
huggs,
emy




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