Winter StreetsA Poem by Tate MorganMy house shakes from the wind tonight; the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro. My house shakes from the wind tonight the Nor-Easter sweeps to and fro A-whistling down out of the North from icicled lands bound in snow
The poor I see go back and forth across the roads of my hometown As winter storms engulf their souls like bowling pins to be knocked down
Inside my home the weather's warm outside a wicked gale does blow I can't help thinking to myself of those who have no where to go
I find it hard to rest myself while brothers walk the lamp lit cold As bad it must be for the young it is a nightmare to the old
Tonight I'll brave the surly streets who can say they know what their role Perhaps we're here for fortunes sake to share the warmth with one lost soul
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Added on December 10, 2009Last Updated on September 8, 2017 AuthorTate 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.. |




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