Nights In Winter

Wife she sets anear me darnin’

     Of my holy socks, while I

Search into my books uv larnin’

     For the art of poetry.

Thus we pass the nights in winter

     She a noddin’ o’er her socks;

Me a diggin’ deeper inter

     My deep literary box.

An’ my life is far completer,

     Stayin’ in uv nights to write;

An’ my wife looks ten times sweeter

     Darnin’ socks by candle light.

Dec. 10, ‘92

Pub. in Conn.

Valley Ad.,

Dec. 25, ‘93