Winter Storm Alfred

A winter storm arrives
Last days of October
The heavy snow on leaves
Makes the trees fall over

The heavy branches fell
On every street in town
Blocking many roadways
And bringing wires down

There’s no time to protest
Or think of the Dog Park
As we sit in houses
Cold and in the dark

By a roaring fire
On dark November night
West Hartford Poet Rogue
Writes poems by candle light

Many town folk thinking
CL & P is mean
They claim they’re working hard
But no crews to be seen

When talking of the problem
Of tree limbs still attached
CL & P and Mayor
Get in a shouting match

Each and every night
The  Mayor tells us all
The most current status
On daily Robo-Call

Robo-Calls inform us
Of crimes and burglaries
And other useful stuff
Like where to stack downed trees

A killer on the loose
Quickly apprehended
For keeping us informed
Town to be commended

Looking for gas station
Driving helter – skelter
Then escape cold night
At the Conard Shelter

Need to make some calls
I don’t sit home alone
I’m in the library
To charge up my cell phone

Mayor cancels Halloween
Costumes would be dandy
Without Trick or Treat
Stuck with all the candy

Puddles in the kitchen
Meat and eggs no good
Only thing to do is
Get take-out Chinese food

With televisions off
New noises fill the air
Generators humming
And chain saws everywhere

Slowly, oh so slowly
The power starts to flow
Have to be so careful
The breakers not to blow

Facing any hardship,
Any kind of weather
People of West Hartford
Face it all together