Grey Old Men of the North
Grey clouds crept in like old men
White beards puffed and swollen
The wind at first came in whispers
Then cooled and fought like sisters
About the air all sharp and raw
Lashed the cheek with taloned claw
And along these tree lined halls
The clouds cough and snow it falls
And in no time all was bright
As if the artist had spilt his white
Tottering knee deep in cotton wool
On virgin ground my footsteps pull
Now eased and clouds withdrawn
From natures rage peace is born
The pitter patter of melting snow
The sun its flexing muscles show
Life proceeds amidst the glow
As nature loves all will grow
All was there then all was gone
My dogs and I we walked as one
Yet vivid thoughts still remain
When from the north the old men came
Showed their might and staked their claim
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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