THE
MIST FOR A BLANKET
Gently
slides
Covering
you over all warm inside
So
soft and gentle
Snuggly,
huggly
A
tree to protect you
Sturdy
and strong
No
harm or anything wrong
Sheltered
from the storms
Arms
stretched out wide
Guardians,
sentinels and guards
All
there above you sat in the tree
They
are your lookouts
Custodians
and watchmen and women
Or
is all this a dream that has come into you
But
what a wonderful dream it is!
Visions
of who is watching over us at night
With
all the love and might
© Teresa
Joseph Franklin
13th
July 2013
All
Rights Reserved
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