M.A. Maxey Poems

M.A. Maxey Poems

1Bring Me Home

Best Poem of M.A. Maxey

Bring Me Home
In the northern hills of the Algonquin, where the
winter winds of change are born.
Is a place so still and quite, the souls of bodies are
torn.

Asleep the body does remain, the soul intent to find
its way.
It ride's those winds, those cold wintry winds, to
find it's mate and say.

You are . . .
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