I was laying in my bed one night
when something gave me quite a fright.
A shadow moved against the wall
that looked like it was ten feet tall!
A creaking noise then raised my hair,
it sounded like it was a stair.
The wind outside was whistling by
and just when I thought I would cry,…
I came to know I’d be OK,
that I would live to see the day.
Those things that made me so upset
were simple things I can forget:
The shadows can’t cause any harm,
the wind is no cause for alarm,
the sounds I hear are not a creep,
and now I can go back to sleep.
© 2018 | Story by Cary Snowden | Illustration by Zach Clough | All Rights Reserved. | #lineswithlines
Extras: I wrote this one night when I was home alone. The wind was picking up and suddenly my imagination was running wild. I took a moment to remind myself that it was just that; my imagination. I grabbed my notepad and spent a few minutes writing down some thoughts and drifted back to sleep. Nothing to worry about; it’s just the wind. …or is it? Mwahahahaha! Just kidding! —Cary
I loved reading your poetry and look forward to sharing it with my family and students at school. Poetry is a gift that brings such pleasure to the mind. Thank you for sharing!
– Lisa
Thank you, Lisa! Great to hear from you; I appreciate your support and love to hear that you are sharing with students at school! -Cary
Excellent poem… It addresses real issues children face in such a straightforward way. It’s great for discussion. Kudos to the illustrator as well.
Thanks for the comment, Julie! I’m hoping others will discover this intended aspect, too, and that these stories might generate some thought. Some are serious, and some are just for fun. Thank you for noticing; I appreciate your comment! -Cary