Open Poetry #4 |
Good Old Grandfather Clock |
Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
Looming in the corner Is the one who tells it all. The sound of midnight coming As it echoes down the hall. Trying to break the curfew And sneaking in the house. Careful not to wake anyone. Being quiet as a mouse. But the sound of striking metal Says she's thirty minutes late. Next Friday night she'll be home alone. Grounded without a date. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Great, Eloise! It made me smile, although I'm sure it did not have that affect on the girl in the poem. ------------------ Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail- And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! -Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Lessons learned, Huh? |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I remember those days! Very good Eloise! Thanks for the memories! ------------------ Denise |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I love grandfather clocks! Enjoyed this Elizabeth |
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Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
Thanks for the comments. If I remember correctly she (my daughter) was not a happy camper the following weekend. But the next time she went out garage was opening as the clock struck 12! Kind of reminded me of Cinderella. |
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