Inherit The WindA Poem by Tate MorganProverbs 11:29 , "He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind".Payton and I
Deeps the need as long's the road we tread on the silent ground To seek the path along home where our hearts and love abound
Time is the fire in which we burn around the hearths where we sit It feeds the body and the soul with the hearts our minds have lit
From the edge of the unknown we proudly tell all our tale Wonders we have seen ourselves as the old folks laugh and wail
Poor's the man who rails his own for to him no fruit shall bloom Wind and fury know his name as echo to the silent room
Barren is life that lacks a child for it knows no magic hour Like tarnish to a silver cup its life never seems to flower
Rich is the man who mends his ways his path be strewn with gold The child that blooms within his light grows to love him when he's old
© 2023 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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