 
        
            HIMSELF ~BY ALICE GUERIN CRIST
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
 
        
            Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
 
        
            Grandfather spoke fondly of Ike
In a breath scuffed by the lung-deep