Warm HearthA Poem by Tate MorganAn autumn robbed by winters chill Makes way for loveless cold The winter flakes upon my sill Tell this young man he is oldBecky and I Now that the summer’s light is gone winter's dark shadows appear The morning lit by cool white dawn stays away another year
An autumn robbed by winters chill makes way for the loveless cold The winter flakes upon my sill tell this young man that he's old
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year passes onto the next quicker than the one before As now we place it here in text loving hearts each wanting more
I mourn no more my wasted years they leave no sound as they go I remember no lonesome fears as I gaze on home fires glow
The winter cold can do no harm to the warm hearth built of life Created of strength, love and charm The waiting arms the good wife
© 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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