Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE STORM, by WALT MASON


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THE STORM, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I lie in bed and hear the storm cavorting on
Last Line: Weather misbehaves, a whoop-la he can raise.
Subject(s): Snow; Storms; Winter


I LIE in bed and hear the storm cavorting on its path, and I secure and snug and

warm, can laugh to scorn its wrath. The snow is drifting on the ground, the tall

trees bend and shake, the wind is shrieking like a hound that has the stomach-
ache. The pipes are freezing in the sink, and in the bathroom, too, and in the
morn the plumbing gink will have to fix a few. 'Tis pleasant, sure, to lie in
bed, and hear the tempest roar, to hear it wailing overhead, and pounding at the

door; to know the cellar's full of coal, the larder stocked with bread; so let
the black northwester roll—you do not care a red. You labored when the
signs were right, with saw or ax or plow, you brought your wages home at night,

and gave them to the frau; she put the money safe away, with mothballs 'twixt
the bills, and now when storm fiends are at play, your breast with rapture
thrills. Oh, happy is the man who saves his coin on sunny days; then when the
weather misbehaves, a whoop-la he can raise.





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