Winds of Change.
Over fields of green now thick with cloverI 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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