The Stormy Night Poem by Paul Warren

'Can you hear footsteps on the stairs, ' she said
As we huddled together in the old homestead
'I'm sure it was only the wind, ' I said quietly
When we heard the creaking on the steps easily

As our torch lights fell upon the old dusty stairs
But there was nothing to see and we could only stare
If it wasn't for the broken down car we'd never saw
The inside of the old farm house as we opened the door

Trying to find shelter out of the storm lashings to stay
We hardly slept a wink all night until the break of day
With footsteps, the wind and voices we had heard
And wondered about the house what had occurred.

© Paul Warren Poetry