The Gale
The Gales are coming
striking the house
striking the trees
that bend in its force.
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales that shake the grasses
that quiver across the prairie.
The Gales that spit rain
and frost and sleet and snow.
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales
So as the seasons change
The Gales
symphonize across the Plains.
Through heat and snow
Through winds that blow.
The Gales
The Gales
The Gales
Life will pass
But The Gale
remains.
Copyright © Maggie Kuhn | Year Posted 2016
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