I Was Born In a Winter Storm
I began as a mother's dream,
who gave birth to me with a scream;
outside there was a howling wind,
and snow and me have always twined.
All the seventies were my days,
my growing years and childhood phase;
a thinker- and to books inclined,
and snow and me have always twined.
I was born in a winter storm,
loving walks while others stay warm;
in snow there is beauty to find,
and snow and me have always twined.
I began writing on pages,
words getting better in stages;
my child words at first not refined,
and snow and me have always twined.
I was a dreamer- deep thinker,
and a poetry book drinker;
a writer born, lost in my mind,
and snow and me have always twined.
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February 21, 2018
Poetry/Kyrielle/I Was Born In A Winter Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 9962-45-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Where were you in the 70's
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Honorable Mention
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