Convention Poem by Agnes Lee

Convention



The snow is lying very deep.
My house is sheltered from the blast.
I hear each muffled step outside,
I hear each voice go past.

But I'll not venture in the drift
Out of this bright security,
Till enough footsteps come and go
To make a path for me.

Saturday, January 4, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: house,snow
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