The WindA Poem by Tate MorganCan anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail
When I was young through beauties gaze winds blew by me as if to sing Their songs of love to me were praise that lifted me upon their wing
Rich did the spoils of time unroll an empire's trophies I would raise And write my name across life's scroll to earn the laurels of friend's praise
Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail
But now those days are tempered dear time's winds no longer sing for me For now the quiet hush I hear makes life's truth so easy to see
© 2020 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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