MargaretE.

I'm bored of this place where nobody leaves
so I sneak out in the night with a plan
I'll take a sheet, some logs, and rope
set out for the river with my cat in tow.

With my raft all secure and my sail erect

The wind screams outside
A sound full of mourning
I watch intently from bed
The trees toss with warning

I snuggle up close
In my cozy blue nook
The song of the wind
Becoming part of my book

Where I live, there has been a lot of fighting
Sending words back and forth we are a country divided
All for a law still in the writing.

Now, through history I have noticed a pattern 

Don't start reading
We're about to start eating
A delicious dinner for two

With plates piled high
And blueberry pie
What am I supposed to do?

I'm on page away 
From them saving the day

The air is crisp
But I can smell the snow
Leaves swirl underfoot 
As cold winds blow

The aching cold 
Comes sure and strong
It matches my heart
In melancholy song

I miss the sun
But welcome the moon

I know what you're thinking,
"It's all overblown"
And you're right to be weary
Of what the media has shown

You're safe you say,
Since what you've been told
Is those who are young
Merely suffer a cold