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A Poem: Fickle

Updated on May 15, 2013
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Ms. Parker is a senior paralegal from Alabama. She earned her Bachelor's from Millsaps College in Mississippi. She freelances on the side.

In the season thus we folly,

Tis' the wind is here alas;

But then our hearts just long to wander

In the splendor of green grass.

Soon again the snow is melted,

And replaced with morning dew;

But ne'r the heart shall be contented

When the wind is overdue.

This poem was written and posted for your enjoyment. Any reprint or reuse, in part or in whole is strictly prohibited without express written permission from the author at alahiker28@yahoo.com. Copyright implied. Copyright pending.

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    • maven101 profile image

      maven101 7 years ago from Northern Arizona

      Too much of a good thing can result in too much of a good thing...I think..

      Lovely poem, so sweet and melodious..I love reading your poems...Larry

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      Carmen Borthwick 7 years ago from Maple Ridge, B.C.

      Awesome! No more need be said.

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