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Big Red Flags
by Alison McKenzieBig red flags
Collide in loud slaps
With the new wind
(God, please dont let them be
Reprobate winds of change;
Hurricanes named after anyone I know
Well
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The bells from the church next door
Arent ringing out hymns
While my heart slams
In adrenaline driven tempo.
My prayer is simple.
Lord, Your will entirely!
My resolve is sure,
I will accept nothing less.
09/10/2004 Posted on 09/10/2004
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kenneth Lau on 09/11/04 at 12:17 AM Interesting...I like it even though I don't know what the red flags are...can u enlighten me? |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/11/04 at 03:58 AM Allison, I like this so much. The last stanza ties it all together well, and unifies the rest of the poem toward the realization - Your will, not mine, God. Excellent work! |
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