In the middle of night I awoke, it was snowing and the world was
still. The stillness was such that I could not go back to sleep. Then,
I thought of my friend that left last night before the storm. I wonder
where he was and thought of the place he was always talking about.
SOMEWHERE
The storm broke with a mighty roar, then got lost in the snow
that was falling thick and fast, then his car slowed and stopped as it
became stuck fast. He knew not where he was but he wasn't here
because he left from here, I knew he was not there, because he
was to call me, when he got there. I knew that he must be
SOMEWHERE.
He curled up in a blanket tightly for the night. Then as he
drifted off to the deepest of sleep that awaits for all of us, he must
of been dreaming of the place he always talked about, where the
warm sun shines bright, and the birds sing ever so sweetly,
and all the ladies are ever so fair. The place he called
SOMEWHERE.
He must of have met in his dreams a lady ever so fair, with a
smile you could see for a mile. She probably said with a twinkle
in her eye "When in my neighborhood, drop in for a spot of tea."
When asked "Where she lived" she would say with a smile
SOMEWHERE.
When he awoke, the warm sun was shining and a bird in a tree was
singing "Wake up, Wake up, you sleepy head". The lady ever so fair
was standing by a large sign that said "Welcome to my village of
SOMEWHERE".
When they found him curled up in his blanket ever so tight, frozen
and white, and he had a smile that no one could forget. They knew
not where he was from but they knew that he must be from
SOMEWHERE
Rewritten December 28, 1996
An Alaskan Rogue
"Grandpa John" Welden