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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Saskatchewan’s Breath !!! Comes on days that are long, steely and very cold. It comes on winds that are strong, steady and bold. Majestic little ladies try standing erect, against Saskatchewan’s breath in their fragile, Autumn colours of golds, browns, yellows and reds. He rings those bells - telling of winters cold hand of death –. With great and greater force, Saskatchewan’s breath blows their heads, bends their limbs without the passion and grace of a strippers dance. Saskatchewan’s, cold, cruel breath – like a mad man rapist – tears at, and strips them of their colourful gowns with little chance to hide their nakedness for a moment longer – no fig leaf in his tempest left for them - to greet winters white blanket – with or to enhance the bleakness that old man winter brings – laying all else to rest in frozen slumber – cryogenic freeze – in ice age arms of Morpheus, until spring bounces back – rejuvenates life into rebirth – bringing renewal, bringing hope for one and all of us and smiles upon us weary old souls waiting for a green earth to come to life under our tired old feet – lift our spirits to the skies bringing joy, pleasures and wonder to our tired old eyes as we look forward to seeing our – world – babies grow into the wanders that are soon gone, as we surly know - deep within – how this universe ( our little world ) turns. Deep within our souls, there are places that yearns to see a light through the darkest night – a spirit burns with passion, with delight, yet knows and has concerns about what lies in the darkness, behind passions eminent glow. Sight, knowledge and wisdom, to many, come wings so slow and in such small pieces, – in fragmented minute flakes – tiny specks of light from the subconscious for consciousness sake. So, until the end, nothing but questions – memories we will take into that elusive light, where knowledge and wisdom it will make us come to see, see the essence, true life in this universe as the life of this rhyme comes to an end in verse. B. J. “A” 2 October 6th 2005
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