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Loves Blizzard
Cold wind blows, from the north
sways the pines, back and forth
Look up to, a lighted steeple
Shines to the clouds, for all the people
Looking back on the past
Years happened so fast
See some things clear
For the first time
Vivid recall
Plays in my mind
Twas a time, not so reflective
Future rhyme, frozen and elective
Came down the road, of a motherless child
When dreams weren’t old, spirits ran wild
Who could have guessed?
Chosen I would be blessed?
Was I so insane?
When free from the pain?
Indeed whom could have known
that I would utter this tone?
And who could ever see
The weather would carry me
To a time, when words would not rhyme?
And the snowfall on my face
would drift my mind from this place
that I would one day find
Myself…stuck in the middle of...loves blizzard?
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
