Cool Winds Fiercely Bloweth, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills

Cool Winds Fiercely Bloweth, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills Under the shade of the tallest red elm out back soundly shielded from glaring lights and old headstones Resting in shadows, mother's food in my backpack lost, so far away from damn ringing telephones. My ragged-torn heart sheds its blistering dead skins replacing with quiet and long reaching sweet dreams Agony, quenched fear of my many past dark sins the results of greedy and lustful blackened schemes. In lazy and long imaginary repose, soul's desires springing forth like a tiger on prey Shady elm, that my tired beckoning spirit chose saddest shame that you my friend have nothing to say Under shades of white oaks on far away black hills cool winds fiercely bloweth, I feel those deep cold chills. Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016 Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: bloweth (2), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words. Total # Words: 120