Shelter from the coming storm

To be sheltered from the tumultuous storm
Innocently bare
The roof that had been sweet cover
The family home we share
A consequence of ugliness
Bare foot in the dark
Shivering yet soulful
In your heart it made its mark
And you were there sweet sheltering
Soulful magical refrain
A helping hand a beating heart
To wipe some of the pain
Away
Such good intentions
In everything you do
Shelter
As the storm clouds happen
Safe in your hands
So true

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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