THE NIGHT THE SNOW BLEW

 

THE NIGHT THE SNOW BLEW

1967, Bridgton Academy, N. Bridgton, Maine

Dedicated to Mr. Freeman Whitney

Dean of Students, Lecturer of Advanced English

 

                                    A gust of wind, a cloud of snow

I walked to where I do not know

I looked around, I could not see

I wondered now where I might be.

Again I felt the screaming cold

The snow blew higher down the road

And then I felt lost as in a dream

The snow whirls higher, I wished to

scream

I’d been captured in a different

world

Of wind and snow that whirled and

whirled

And then a gust beyond compare

I felt my body in the air

I called, “Oh snow, where am I?”

“You are whirling in the sky.”

I thought that if the snow did not mind

Nor would I, and something beautiful I
     might find.

And as I went far and higher,

My body froze, my mind on fire,

I looked around to find the store

But it was not near there anymore.

I looked around to see the school,

Keeping my eyes closed (I’m no fool).

Suddenly the wind came still

A bell, a bell till I reached a hill

That rose up high above the ground,

And there before me I had found

The Academy was all around.

I thought for sure I’d lost my head

So to my room and into bed.

 

Robert Luongo