Poem -

That cold winter wind

That cold winter wind

I sit here looking out 
My window watching
Two squirrels that
Are running around
Looking for food
On the ground
As that cold winter wind
Blows a flag from the north wind

I sit here looking out
My window at the 
Cloudy skies and that
Cold winter wind blows
A lonely leaf down the street
That cold winter wind
Goes right through your soul

When that cold winter 
Wind blows, even
On a sunny day and
The sun may be Bright
But when that cold winter
Wind blows, you want
To be somewhere warm
By a fire That cold
Winter wind.

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Marion

I love winter Greg... neat poem x

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Being Me

Brrrr.... the coldest days can often have the bluest skies. Your words paint a nice picture x

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Greg Etsell

Thank you Tina. Hope all is well. All is well with me

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Being Me

All is well, Greg (👉🌳 touch wood) Glad all is well with you x

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Neville

Great poetry Greg .. Always a treat to find something I haven't read before.. dunno how or why that happened but got here in the end .. Neville 

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Greg Etsell

Thank you I am happy you did. I do read your poetry, but I don’t always comment. I just give you likes and stars and pin

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