We rose that day, no power at all
The whole county stymied from ice and snow
The central heat, though gas, no good
For, without the “juice, ” it would not go
I lit the gas heater on the wall
Thank God, we had it, or we might have froze
Then rummaged through my camping gear
For lanterns, lamps, and Coleman stove
The kids came up they had no power
And theirs was an all electric home
The grandkids bundled and played in the snow
Until we forced them to come get warm
I went to the cabinet for my chili pot
Then raided the freezer for venison, ground
And checking to see what else was there
Tomatoes from last summer’s garden, I found
A couple of onions and seasonings in hand
The Coleman stove on top of the range
A blue flame burning beneath the pot
The plan for survival was now in place
Then stir the kettle, the chili bubbles
Ain’t nothing like chili on a cold, cold day
Dished it up and served with crackers
Ice storm chili, the best I ever ate
© C R Clark 1/15/2008
So real...I was there with you and felt the love...enjoyed the chili....10! (now I intrude and ask you to visit my 'On A Winter Day'...
Ain't nothing like a good chili anytime....my favourite food...10+++ for this grest poem...Fi
The imagery in this poem is so vivid that i felt the chill as if i was experiencing the winter.. It is great to read...
A lovely story Richard, a very descriptive piece of work. I was shivering as I read it! Best wishes, Andrew
Now Richard, you said you had not camped out all year and here God allowed it in your living room. Sounded great! In fact, that's a new poem starter for you. Camping in the LR (living room instead of the RV) . I enjoyed, Loyd
Glad to hear you made it through alright, that ice storm chili - saved the night! Great read Richard! ! *10*! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can almost smell that chilli. WE have had a few powercuts of shprt duratio but I quite enjoy writing by candle night Occasionally