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I Walk with the Wind An Inspirational Journey Through the Seasons |
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I walk with the Wind Down long gravel roads I think to him images Of the green shaggy knolls
The Wind hears my desire To stay and lay there awhile And feel his soft whisper Brush over my smile
The Wind guides me gently With his warm subtle breeze And encourages me higher As I conquer the trees
I walk with the Wind Along beaches of sand As he plays with the sun On the back of my hand
I listen to the rhythm Of his whispery tunes And watch as he dances Over sea-grass and dunes
I smell his sweet fragrance As he rolls in with the waves And carries the mist Into cliff-sides and caves
I walk with the Wind Alone in the trees I confide in him wishes Of all that could be
With a comforting brush The Wind assures me he's there And I feel my heart lighten As I breathe his crisp air
I laugh at his wisps When he circles and weaves - The Wind frolics through harvests And rustles the leaves |
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I walk with the Wind Over blankets of snow The Wind beckons me forward With each icy blow
The Wind nips at my nose To remind me he's near His comforting silence Soothing my fear
I stop and I listen Resting my knees As he chimes his course Through the icicle trees
Where are you going Wind? Why are you still? We've been together now Over dune and hill...
Through sand and sun, Leaves and snow - There must be more places We can go!
With a 'swirl' and a 'swoosh' - Follow me, he seemed to say It is time for us To be on our way... |
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My Comments: This poem started my true journey and desire to "paint with words." Hopefully, I will succeed in turning this into a children's/young adult's book. I wanted to somehow "personify" those pensive "alone" moments when one doesn't feel quite so alone. The times when you stand on a hillside, reflecting over your life, and then suddenly a reassuring gust of wind seems to say, it's all good. I chose to present this as an interplay between the seasons of the year and the seasons of our lives - where in the first verse it is spring and the "girl" is around 6yrs old...thru Winter where the woman is in the silver years of her life. |
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