Poetry – As The Wind Blows

When I’m in the dark and don’t know which way to go,

Wondering which path to take as I listen to the wild wind blow,

Its gloomy and cold, wind is roaring like a lion,

Yet a voice inside me says I will be fine.

The wind is my companion as I try to start a fire,

Waiting for darkness to fall is all I desire,

I survive the night and come to no harm,

The wind blowing was my lucky charm.

Patrick C

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