I see a storm brewing up <br />at a time <br />that I am days and nights away <br />from any shelter <br /> <br />and there are thunderbolts <br />hitting around me <br />and the bright blue <br />suddenly becomes black and grey. <br /> <br />If I have to fall, <br />then I will <br />I have tried every thing <br />and are long past endurance <br /> <br />and on my own <br />I still go on <br />until there are no more <br />clouds, rain and hail <br />and the bright blue <br />opens above me again.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-see-a-storm-brewing-up/
