Protection
B
Barry Middleton
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protect me from the wind
that lately threatens death
protect me from despair
the trees are blasted bare
the coldest rain has come
to paint the shadows black
and I cannot turn back
nor find the winter sun
nor shelter from the storm
a dark and ghostly form
as freighting as the night
is looming on the breeze
it brings me to my knees
to chant a final plea
protect me from despair
the trees are blasted bare
I seek the winter sun
my work is not yet done
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