By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 20, 2014 The Storm By Evelyn Fjelsted Dark skies seem strangely ominousOld trees bend in the wooded glen,Rain drenched winds descend. – Then calm,And soon the sun comes out again. And so it is with life at times,The way obscured, we can but wait;The winter of our fear sweeps on,Again we see our course laid straight. (1946) ...
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