There's an icy tang to the East Wind's breath
It seems to carry the scent of Death
But I shrug it off for that's known to be
Just an old wives' tale from antiquity
So I trudge on through the cold, cold snow
Trying to keep my mind on which way to go
Just a month ago, such a lovely scene
But tonight all’s white instead of green.
And I hear a howl, from the snow-filled sky
Maybe just the wind, or a wild beast’s cry
But it may be neither, just in my mind
For my limbs are lead, my eyes half-blind
And I’ll have to stop, rest a little while
I’ve no more strength than a new born child
And sleep…..just a minute….or so……………..
Tony Gardner
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