This poem was written as I was watching ominous storm clouds by the riser at our cottage on the river.
All My life I feel as if I have existed in the eye of the storm,
that quiet place where the sun shines and the flowers bloom.
In that shimmering meadow,all around is turmoil;with me is this serenity,this peace.
Even though the sky is ominous,it only holds promise.
As I am a part of it all.
Good poem, 
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