Winds of Change.

Over fields of green now thick with clover
I cast my gaze with sudden shiver
As north winds seek to chill and bite
Throughout the day and into night
With squalls of rain that bluster forth
To swirl and howl with natures force
The trees will bend and hedgerows shake
The cattle to their shelter take
To find respite the coming storm
In sheds now old where sheep were shorn
On hillsides swept both cold and bleak
No place to be for old or weak
For Once adorned with golden hay
Reflects that winters on its way.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-10-14 at 10:15

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Ropawil
Magic
You definitly have a way with words
I hope I can learn from you
2006-10-23


Veld Cooper
Graham, your way with words is truly amazing - you forever remind me of the great Alfred Lord T. Brilliant!
Veld
2006-10-15


Kathy Lockhart
I love the beautiful words and flow to this poem. I have read none better. You are amazingly talented.
2006-10-14


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey Graham well done this is beautifully written rgds mike
2006-10-14