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The Wind and the Land
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The Wind and the Land |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79
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Keep the reins on your soul as the gentle wind blows. Hold on to your hats, as the wind shears through the plats. It comes........it turns, never beckons or learns....... Hang on to your shirt for what the tailor had served It sweeps this land of rough sand and soil, Precarious toils… of man's sweat and broil There is no rule or word of truth...... Arduous tasks of fields churned and chewed…. No man, beast or fool that cannot be ruled We see it no less than the air on the moor, Lest it summons a rage, and calls out the rain. It cannot be caged, Like a bird or a mule, as it cries like a ghoul. Howling it be....as it breaks down the trees. Then behold.....a whisper I hear.....as it wisps past my ear. All playful it seems from a gentle breeze; whistling a tune from the wood and the seas… Windmills creak as rocking birds sing. A flick of a leaf as an insect flees. Then all is still as the land bows and kneels God at it's heel which devours, even man at the wheel. So let the simple weed flourish all scattered and nourished Pray for the winds to replenish our sins |
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Clang Member
since 2005-12-15
Posts 222 |
We have plenty of wind here in my neck of the woods...lovely poem. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Impressive work. Love, Margherita |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79 |
Could do with a bit of sun...lol Thanks for all the remarks... George |
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