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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STORM, by THOMAS DUNCAN
First Line: The rain beats dark against the glass
Last Line: A roof above your head.
Subject(s): Storms
First Line: The rain beats dark against the glass
Last Line: A roof above your head.
Subject(s): Storms
The rain beats dark against the glass,
The wind sniffs at the eaves.
Tonight the groaning oak will lose
The last of summer's leaves.
Mary, go unlatch the door
And bid the stranger enter.
I know how cruelly bites the wind
When autumn turns to winter.
Dear mother, I've unlatched the door --
No one is knocking there,
Except the wind which blows cold rain
Against my face and hair.
Mary, light another lamp
And put it near the pane.
I know how dark a road can be
On howling nights of rain.
Dear mother, there's no lamp at all
To light the ruts and bogs.
The only light in this bare room
Is from the burning logs.
Then Mary, feed the fire more wood,
And when the fire is fed,
Thank God for giving you tonight
A roof above your head.
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