The storm rolls in across the land,
It’s heavy in the autumn air,
But still she rides, she will not stop
Until she makes it there.
For much the thunder troubles us;
The clouds roll over field and glen —
But still she rides, she cannot rest,
Until makes it back again.
The storm will get her if it can,
It comes on with a will —
The storm is larger than us all,
But love is larger
Still
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I’ve enjoyed these past few field-and-sky photos nearly as much as your words.
Fields and skies are endlessly fascinating to me.
Thank you for your amazing photos and poetry. When I write. I go to your site. Give me reasons to write.
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Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy the many outstanding poems.