<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The best laid plans.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No moon tonight that we can see.<br>The dark storm clouds are gathering<br>The thunder grumbles distantly.<br>Ominous and threatening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m far from home no shelter near<br>When suddenly the sky turns bright<br>As blue white streaks of lightning sear<br>Across the darkness of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lightning tears the clouds apart.<br>Swiftly and efficiently<br>And this allows the rain to start.<br>Pouring down torrentially.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My windscreen wipers cannot cope.<br>I cannot see the road ahead.<br>my journeys end a forlorn hope.<br>Tonight I shall not see my bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm still rages to and fro.<br>I have no choice but wait it out.<br>When it blows over I shall go<br>As it must I do not doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watch and wait impatiently.<br>Just static on the radio.<br>Caused by the lightning probably.<br>I shall be glad when I can go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the sky begins to clear.<br>It seems the storm has run its course<br>The clouds pass on and stars appear.<br>I bowed to its superior force.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can continue on my way<br>But still I must drive carefully.<br>As others pass in clouds of spray<br>Too fast and driving thoughtlessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite soon I shall be home in bed<br>Catching up on beauty sleep.<br>Another journey lies ahead<br>I have appointments I must keep...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May be the weather will be kind.<br>Although the forecasts none too bright.<br>I can’t afford to fall behind.<br>My deadline will run out tonight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wednesday,01 February 2012<br>Http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414674" data-title="The best laid plans. de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="No moon tonight that we can see. The dark storm clouds are gathering The thunder grumbles distantly. Ominous and threatening. I’m far from home no shelter near When suddenly the sky turns bright As blue white streaks of lightning sear Across th..."></div> </div> </div>

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