Another Day

The flags are flying furiously,
the warning gates are closed
and folk go to secure the moorings,
there won't be stars tonight,
we'll tightly hug our children close
and ride out whatever storm this is,
hoping that in the morning
a sun will rise and we'll be alive
for another day, just another day.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-01-15 at 20:43

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice, Elle. I had the same thoughts a couple of days ago as a fierce wind clawed at the house.
2014-01-18



The day before the storm! The fear and trepidation comes through clearly. Well done.
2014-01-15


Chaucer Whethers
Batten down the hatches sailors, there is oil on the waters. Spar the flints.
2014-01-15