Ghovinda has admonished me for not posting here as I promised. I did promise, so here it is... the only poem I have ever written in earnest. It was written when I was a child. I'd like to say five or six but the truth is closer to seventeen.
The wind will blow And it shall show That you are afraid You are afraid And the bell will clang And the shudders bang And you are in bed Just like I said