The Silver Key

Ocean waves lapped against the shore
Warm winds blew mist  on my hot form
I was burned where I had tanned before
Grey clouds gathered threatening a storm

Warm winds of before became icy cold
And blew strong gusts through my hair
The bending trees was a sight to behold
Really scared now I began to say a prayer

Save me please I have nowhere to hide
I have been good and I don't want to die
Please send me a big angel to be my guide
I was pleading toward the darkening sky

On the wet sand near my bended knee
A shiny, bright, silver key appeared 
Someone up there has heard my plea
Not today I won't  die as I had feared

Then a voice spoke in my right ear
Look to your left way up on the hill
I looked because I heard the voice clear
A house stood there as the storm was still

Rushing up to the house and finding the door
I put the key in the lock and turned it once
It was then that the wind began to roar
I ran into the basement cause I'm no dunce

Now all was quiet. The storm had subsided
Locking the door, leaving the key under the mat
And thankful for being so protected and guided
I headed for my house and that was that.

                                                            
                                                  
©Copyright
                                                            
                                              All Rights
Reserved
                                                            
                                                 May 3,
2006

                                                            
                                             Lila May
Guptill (AKA) Lunaria