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Date Added: September 28, 2006 09:09:46 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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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 squals 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
Was once adorned with golden hay
Reflects that winters on its way.
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 8, 2006 12:02:59 PM Report
Sir Graham, Now how did I miss this ??  I'm not a winter person at all.. Give me all the other seasons and I'm fine.. I love that sun and Autumn most of all... Great poem.. Old man winter will howl at us for sure..hugs ~ Scarlett
Comment By: FreeKevin Dutton on October 1, 2006 03:49:52 AM Report
Beautiful Graham, a wonderful piece.


Coming from Manchester, I am extremely understanding of lines like:


"With squals of rain that bluster forth"


That's all it ever does in this place!!!!


Hope all is well.



Comment By: FreeMichael on September 28, 2006 09:02:05 PM Report
This is absolutely wonderful! There is a very strong flavor of Thomas Hardy in this, methinks! Are you sure you didn't see old Tess on one of those windswept hills? A most etraordinary read, indeed! Be well, Michael
Comment By: FreeGlata on September 28, 2006 09:37:28 AM Report
Winter is coming...and no matter how we fight it, it's coming.  This is a bleak reminder...

Hang can be a beautiful time!



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