It’s not that I am languid, more that I am chagrined.
So disappointed to be met by this dreadful north wind.
I am on my way to see him, and I will look so disheveled.
I am convinced the god Boreas is inclined to be bedeviled.
They say I have a porcelain face and that I never smile.
This is not my usual demeanor my intention is to beguile.
My soft chiffon garment intended to drape my delicate form.
Is now windswept without hope of keeping me warm.
I hold my scarf, my slender fingers holding it in place.
The daffodil I wear remains to draw attention to my face.
My ruby red lips catch the light as they shine like wine.
Hoping my raven hair will still shimmer and appear divine.
Blurred from the gusty wind are my lovely blue eyes.
They say I have undeniable beauty, now I feel otherwise.
My slate-colored scarf billows to resemble a conch shell.
The blackbird fighting against the wind isn’t doing well.
Soon I will be with my dear one in the safety of indoors.
My resistance to this harsh north wind, all for a good cause.
The movement depicted not allowing treachery to advance.
Shows strong resistance between nature and romance.
All American's enjoy our free land
Our freedom isn't free the men who died for taking a stand,
We all know nothing is for free
It comes with a high price that we some times refuse to see,
To pretend it is all for a good cause
Do we really know when or where it all became so flawed,
The wounded soldiers whom suffered and died in so much pain
Was it all just in vain,
Their spirits are every where looking for comfort and rest
Will we ever know how much those soldiers did their best,
Even to this day our men and women are still defending
The land we call America that we cherish and love pretending,
Where does it stop and ever end
Maybe when God comes back then hopefully we can all win.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
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