The restless wind blows in my face
As I stand against it in good grace
It blows as it would in an endless force
With shelter not always found of course
My place won in a world not always kind
Maybe gained against a worthy foe I will find
For the quest set against the elements is sought
Where strong will is a benefit in seeing as it ought.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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