Historically Halley #3
Reaching back into the old box of forgotten writings, I happened to find one of my more uplifting poems. I don’t remember what I was thinking about when I wrote this, but I imagine either I was a great traveler or took one in. The speaker of the poem took in someone who had stories to share. I wonder whom I thought the traveler was and what great stories they held. I was fifteen when I wrote this. Come In From The Storm September 7, 2004 Come in from the storm Come in from the rain Dry your clothes before the fire And warm your shoes before the hot coals. Tell me about yourself And let me listen to your stories. I’m really interested To hear about your travels And know why you are wary. Your horse is looked after In the stables Your luggage is by the door Your coat is on the hook With your hat resting beside. A warm dinner will soon be ready And the coffee is almost done Relax, close your eyes Be peaceful and dream. Come in from the storm Come in from the rain Dry your clothes before the fire And warm your shoes by the hot coals. Tell me about yourself And let me listen to your stories. I’m really interested To hear about your travels And know why you are wary.