'twas a cold winters night
All bluster and blizzard
Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice
The wind found it's way through clothing and skin
Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth
I trudged through the snow
Each step nearly my last
Energy drained, can't go on; I must stop
But to stop would mean death as sure as can be
So I'll struggle on slowly
Tired body bedraggled, clothes wet and so heavy
Just as I stumble, about to give up
I see a haven of light and a soft wisp of smoke
A house on the hillside, all welcome and warmth
Thoughts of hot soup and firelight keep my steps trudging on
But as the door creaks and opens, just a crack in the gloom
I see bare boards all stark, smelling of dust of centuries long long ago
Fireplace ink black, so dark and ice cold,
No crumb to feed body
No drop to quench thirst
The sight of great comfort that drew me on with glad heart
The light and the warmth of family and kin
T'was a cruel and sad Taunt, a promise not kept
Snatched from under my sore and weary tired feet
The terrible truth, so plain to behold
Emblazoned in big letters to make it real plain
"No comfort farm"
Homely and friendly not words that I know
For it's bare and it's empty
Nobody lives here at all !!!
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