When all day has set itself right back to sweet design, <br />and all the sounds that have me thin return to silent time; <br />I sit alone and listen for an answer to my prayer. <br />I'll peel away the after thoughts of layer after layer. <br /> <br />I focus on a time gone by I thought 'I won't forget.' <br />And proved my point with memories remembered bit by bit. <br />I slave each day a sifting through each hour until now. <br />I'll find the time I'm searching for and turn to you and bow. <br /> <br />There's nothing like a winter breeze assisting with your thought. <br />And summer breeze is thoughtful too, we like it yes or not. <br />Save one; a gusty windy breeze that tests the tallest man. <br />and now that breeze is at its end, amazing, there you stand.<br /><br />Thomas Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gusty-windy-breeze/
