The cold wind blows
And it snows
So that drifts form
As the storm
Scours the field
And I shield
My stinging face
In this place
Where the bitter cold
Seems to enfold
While I desire
A roaring fire
Where I may warm
This frozen form
As the cold wind blows
And it snows.
5 comments:
Stay warm
At the farm.
I'm cold now thanks just teasing
It's bitter up here in Canuckistan today, minus 10 celsius, stong windchill.
Willy done thinks the Poet is haveing a 50th Birthday.
Happy Birthday Poet!
10-4 Willy
Ohhhhhh! Happy Birthday, Poet!!!
May your day and week be triply blessed!!!
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