Out In All Weathers
No less cold, nor less hot
And yet, in my day
What had induced, more so
Outward facing joy.
Dragged off from did annoy
As deflect away.
Nothing can thwart a child!
True now. Truer then!
And let me now tell you
Of such a self will.
Air froze, air fused, and still
A door flew open.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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