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Faith (Free verse) by Dovina The drama of weather
for people of the land
city folk seldom understand
Itâs the drama of life
of potato death in 1846
of wet sods beside a cold house in â04
of essential gardens dying dry
Pray for rain, we ask the priest
who says he will
but not until the wind is in the south
Now the clouds look cumbersome
not like they find it fun
to skid across the sky
Yet for all their solid look
the south wind buffets them
so at times brilliant sun flashes through
And the priest prays
But the clouds pass on
delivering their favors to County Clare
The priest could not be certain
after all
South wind can be mistaken
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