Member Poem

This dreary night is surly and bleak,
A wandering wind with woeful shriek
Stopped, and in silence sought to speak
that dark shadows for him hunt and seek.

A scythe in hand, on the pale horse
Riding door to door, house to house
Peeping and prodding from every side;
Where were you? Where did you hide?

He was here, he was there, never nowhere
Winding his way ever away somewhere,
His heart is pure and his soul is, oh so true,
If you ask: Where were you? He’s no clue!