At night while lying in my bed,
I'd hear a radio in my head,
A moonbeam became a fire to dread,
With a distant dog heard baying....

His master repeatedly called him too,
I'd lie awake listening, sleepless 'til 2:00.
Fantasies overtime, sleep hours few,
As the face of my dresser sat glaring....

The bottom drawers teeth that were evil and wide,
While the top drawers were eyes that would stare and then slide-
(Thank God the closet was there on my side...)
Then a sister I'd here gently knocking....

The three of us we had a code
For "mom" and "dad" and "yes" and "no",
Knocking laughter would explode,
'Til the hallway we'd hear gently creaking...

Gyros spinning by themselves,
Knick-knacks floated by, then fell.
We'd float headfirst down the old stairwell,
While the iron radiators were sparking....

Summer storms came all the time,
Lightning hit the house and pine,
A sweaty mess, I'd curl and hide
And be thankful that morning was coming....

Didn't get much sleep at nights,
'Tween imagination and play and frights,
But this I'll say with all my might--
"These memories I'll ALWAYS treasure...."

Kel
--copyright2006--

(We lived for years in a farmhouse built in
1836, and yeah, I had an overactive imagin-
ation, and yeah, my sisters and I had an
elaborate code of knocks we'd drive my
parents crazy with. There was alot of odd
phenomenon that family, friends and visitors
experienced--for real...and yeah, between
the house being in the center of a horseshoe
of the Conestoga River in PA, and having old
World War II iron piping and radiators, it
used to get hit by lightning ALOT!! It was a
stimulating place to grow up in, but I'm
STILL trying to catch up with the lost sleep to
this day!--and still wouldn't change it for
the world!!-<3Kel)