Great Northern fronts
Can be quite blunt
Blowing back and forth
With a kick, pass punt
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Shock waves that sound
The chiming windmill
Which cannot behave
Then become still
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With tears on my face
I tend to the mill
But I have fulfillment
In this long winters’ chill
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Trusting in God
The key to my strength
Endurance, resilience
To go the length
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Soft winter cloths
Caress nightly with salve
For this cracked deepened smile
At the frozen improv
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Crisp sunny days
Leading love to the verse
Settling yesterdays’ bout
With the cold winters burst
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By Kelly S Griswold