I know, I know. I'm supposed to be writing a meaningful blog tonight about our world at Windber. Instead, I feel like having a drink and eating a Hershey Kiss or maybe 390 of them. It's been a rough run these past several months, and there's plenty more where that came from, I'm sure. So, tonight I thought I'd give you one of my poems . . . you know, just a way to pass the time without having to think or to analyze anything.
The wind blows real hard at the top of this pole where I am now confidently perched.
Yep, scaling the metal was slippery, incredible, it’s caused me to shudder and lurch.
It’s been struck by lightning and some days were frightening as winds whipped it both to and fro.
We’ve suffered through blizzards and old bitter wizards and temperatures both high and low.
It hasn't been easy. On some days I'm wheezy from taking deep breaths to hold on.
As people would beat me and try to unseat me from late at night right up through dawn.
The noise here’s outrageous and sometimes contagious as voices are raised in the wind.
But let me just tell you that all through this milieu there’s one thing that’s made me hang in . . .
That thing that’s kept me here from one to the next year I’m counting now, wow, it’s been ten.
Besides the good people who hold up this steeple is what keeps me going again.
This secret's not new and it really holds true. There’s one item we leaders all love.
It’s the wonderful sight be it daytime or night. It’s that view that we see from above.
Like that old saying goes in your warm mukluk clothes when you look at the dogs up ahead, the lead dog it’s true, is the one with the view that keeps changing as he pulls your sled.
cool poem, have u ever thought of being a poet? (like writing a book?) :)
Posted by: katie | Sunday, September 21, 2008 at 04:44 AM