Power Outage Poem

The wind howls
as I lie in my bed
It seems like everything is going through my head
I love the sound of the wind and the rain
but I don't love the cold it brings.

I wake up in the middle of the night
sometimes in a fright
other times I don't know were I am
but then I see
the power has gone out again.

So I go back to sleep again
not knowing the time
because my alarm clock went black
just like the night.

The next morning
it is light outside
and we don't have to go to school
their power is out too
so that is the rule.

Then I start to remember the summer nights
so warm and bright
I forget about the cold
and play with the flash lights.

Here I am again
waking up in the middle of the night
sometimes in a fright
other times I don't know were I am
but then I see
the power has gone out again!

By Hannah Merrow