Shifting snowdrifts piled high
Beneath winter's pale gray sky
Holds me prisoner between walls,
Dreaded winter has come to call.

Shackled to my rocking chair
Naught to do but sit and stare,
Bound to my bed by frigid nights
Trying to stay warm by firelight.

Allowed no exercise during day,
Granted no time outside for play,
Meals are measly nothing more,
Because I can't get to the store.

There's no visitors to my prison
Since this last storm has arisen,
Mail is being held downtown
Till they can get snowplows around.

I'm never allowed to go outside
There is deep snow far and wide
Blocking all the roads and paths
While I suffer winter's wrath.

I'm a prisoner in my own house
Just me and a poor pantry mouse.
We'll be here for days I suppose
Till this hated blizzard up and goes.

I wasn't ready for winter this year
Nor it's icy freezing temperatures,
I'm housebound in this little jail
Till winter's ship finally sets sail.



©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 01-17-05

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