13 Hours without Power

After a long spell of unseasonably warm weather for February, mother nature unleashed her fury all in one night.  I woke up to eight inches of fresh snow and it was still falling.  My husband shoveled the walk and a path to the shop, knocked snow off the willow tree that was bent from the heavy burden of snow and blocking the driveway before he left for work.  I dressed and fed my horses then reshoveled three fresh inches of snow that had fallen since Dennis had shoveled.  I built a fire in the wood stove due to frequent power serges during my morning episode of the Today show.  Finally the TV went off and stayed off.  The power was out due to broken lines from falling tree branches. I sat around thumbing through a few magazines thinking it would resume shortly and I could finish my morning program.  After a couple hours of texting my daughter who is away at college and texting Dennis interrupting his work with unnecessary information, I knew I was in for a long boring day...then a poem popped into my head, so in the dim light I scribbled it down on post-it notes...here it is.
    
        No power, no shower, no coffee, no T.V.  
        Snowing hard in my yard, poor, poor, pitiful me.

        Piling deep in the street, no power and no heat,
        all alone in my home, poor, poor, pitiful me.

        No computer for me to play so I guess at home I'll stay,
        all alone in my home, poor, poor, pitiful me.

        I would read if I could see, no power or no lights.
        snow piling high to the sky on windows in my roof.

        Safe at home I will stay... unlike so many others,
        exposed and cold I will hold them in my prayers today.

        Complain no more for I am warm in my house I'll say...
        Thank you Lord for now I see, no more pitiful me.