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The wind |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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The Wind It's been a deity and slave. A blessed God send and a knave. It is a power earth bound and Lives a constant merry-go-round. The wind blows in hot cold or fair, Strong and week or beyond declare. It has no sanction good or bad, Nor does it temper glad or sad. The wind is judgeless, week or bold And does not favor young or old. It does not feel or care, or dare. It's just supplies a force that's there. It never ever stops or sleeps Brews like a tea and ever steeps. It plays upon all living things, Much like a bell that tolls and rings. It also preys upon the bell Wears mountains down to sand and shell. It brings the clouds and blows the rain Turns earth to waste or sugar cane. It holds you close in parenthood, But only, if it's understood? |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Seymour~ The winds of sure-direction blow these beautiful thoughts your way to share with us. Thank you for the gift. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Sy, I have a great affection for the wind.. blows out the bad, brown smoggy air...and brings those lovely floating leaves.  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Marge, Thank you for your personal sunshine. *L* Poet deVine, Since you rate with me, so do your words. *L* |
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