Winter Streets

 

Bernie sanders : There but for the grace of God go I. 

My house shakes from the wind tonight

the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro

A-whistling down out of the North

from icicled lands bound in snow

 

The poor I see go back and forth

across the roads of my hometown

As winter storms engulf their souls

like bowling pins to be knocked down

 

Inside my home the weather's warm

outside a wicked gale does blow

I can't help thinking to myself

of those who have no where to go

 

I find it hard to rest myself

while brothers walk the lamp lit cold

As bad it must be for the young

it is a nightmare to the old

 

Tonight I'll brave the surly streets

who can say they know what their role

Perhaps we're here for fortunes sake

to share the warmth with one lost soul

 

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Author's Note

On a cold wintry Vermont morning a de-shoveled man and Bernie Sanders walked into a shoe store on Church St in Burlington Vermont. Bernie had made his acquaintance while walking down the street. The man didn't have proper footwear for the cold. Bernie tells the clerk to fit him him with the best winter boots he has. Bernie pays the shop keeper shakes the mans hand and leaves. No media,no story,just Bernie!
Story accurately portrayed as it was rendered by eye witness Jeffery Weigand

Reviews

[Magdelena]

Well let me say first of all one thing. You are one of the best talents on this site by my way of thinking. Now that being said, I will go on to say that you have a knack in bringing forth writes that not only touch ones heart, but also are able to make them weep from the feel of your words. And in my opinion if one is not able to feel your words, then they just aren't reading it as they should. And that is with an open mind, heart, and soul!

This was perfection.. Don't care if someone feels the rhyming is forced, for it's not. The words man, the words! Look within the words, that's what it's all about.. Sorry if there may be any mispelling here. Then agian I'm not the one being rated am I! (Smile)


Maggie xx

[Siddhartha]

So happy to be finally back on writerscafe and reading my long lost friend's amazing poem. You have always been amazing Tate, and this poem's no different.

[Tate Morgan]

Sid how are you friend havent heard from you in a while. Thank you sir. Merry Christmas if you celebrate it If not happy holidays happy hanukkah hell just wishing you well my friend.

[Siddhartha]

Oh, I do celebrate Christmas. Merry Christmas to you too my friend!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you hope all went well with yours

[Einstein Noodle]

on your note ... a fine example for all to heed ;)
your poem is as good as you always write Tate ... way too easy to be complacent and self centered ... most have the struggle of day to day and maybe month to month ... but the struggle is what its all about ... not arriving ... to remember to reach a hand out to help is, i think, a core of living ... thanks for the reminder!
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Gene I admire this man What a life he has led what a legacy i see a movie in the making We are witnessing history .

[Cherrie Palmer]

Excellent story telling in this moving poem. That is the true gift of poetry it sneaks in a message, while it tickles are ears.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Cherrie thank you havent seen you in a while always a treat

[MomzillaNC]

Very moving. And, that's really the only we can ever make a difference… by one person at a time.

[Tate Morgan]

My thoughts as well i help whom i can when i can

[MomzillaNC]

Try keeping a jar of peanut butter, a box of saltines, and a jug of water in your car. Give it to a hungry person. I've passed a beggar on the way into a grocery many times when I lived in DC. I'd often buy a loaf of bread, a jar of PB, and a jug of drinking water and give it to them when I came out.

[Tate Morgan]

i have given away much over the years

[MomzillaNC]

Congratulations on your placement in the Winter Poetry contest. I placed two poems in the same contest.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you dear

[MomzillaNC]

yw :)

[Swetha]

a poem with a message behind it..deeply touching.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you dear

[Frieda P]

I thought you just wrote this one, and I was going to say don't rush it, but this sentiment holds true all the year through. Stellar work here Tate, love that last stanza. Beautiful, and the music is a perfect accompaniment.

[Tate Morgan]

Awe you are a good soul thank you dear. smiles

[Fran Marie]

Congrats Tate, on the contest, this is another touching pieceof poetry...your writing are always so well done 8 telling the storyline thereof...nice work dear friend...

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Fran thank you very much

[Me]

This is so beautifully expressed and finely penned. A deep and heart-felt write.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you mike it is a truism that we share the world with much less fortunate

[melissa]

Amazing poem tate i can't wait to read more

[Tate Morgan]

thank you melissa

[F.Gentil]

For how many people think like you, Tate? Such a compassionate soul you are. As a majority of the world rest in solitude within the comfort of their homes, happily, your heart yearns and hurts for those who are outdoors fighting the cold just to live to see another day. If the compassion you have, the people of the world felt, I am positive that no one would be homeless or would be facing this calamity, that is hidden from the public's eyes because the media deludes the seriousness of homeless people in our world in general. Thank you for sharing this painful, yet very inspiring picture of sheer compassion for thy brethren. I greatly appreciate it.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you very much. i think this soprt of thing is best felt by those who have known first hand what it feels like to be left to the merciless streets. I hope you have never known this feeling thank you again.
Tate