Drawing by Judith Wolfe
C. A. Morrow

Poem


      " The glorious East wind howls through the trees
      It brings man's nature to its knees
      The spirits of fortune ride through the air
      Offering childhood adventure to those who dare

      Oh powerful wind, the music of my tossing soul
      Rage upon my mind as my heart needs control
      Bellow loudly without a demon's care
      For in the treetops, my life sails there

      Oh, East wind I fear not your Hellish roar
      For you lift my heart and let it soar
      Surely from Heaven's gate you descend
      To cleanse the spirit and let it mend


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