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The Wind's Song
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The Wind's Song |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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THE WIND'S SONG 1 January 2001 Who will share with me the wind’s song? The rush, the hush, crescendo, diminuendo, leaf dancers painting light and shadow waves on my dark night walls, and, in the breath pauses, the baton turns to tympanic crickets, muffled little drum barks and melodic highway hum. Then the wind, the wind, the slow blow, the ebb and flow, the come and go, the wind, the wind… Who can I tell? And who will understand? - Owl |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“the baton turns to tympanic crickets, muffled little drum barks the wind, the wind… Who can I tell? And who will understand?” Penetrating read. I would say tell all who will listen, maybe one will understand. Great write OwlSA. Enjoyed. JL  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you JL. Glad you enjoyed it. Good idea! - Owl |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Love it! :-) |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"the baton turns to tympanic crickets, muffled little drum barks and melodic highway hum." I understand Diana and I love the way you listen to the wind. |
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terasinas Member
since 2006-03-24
Posts 91Michigan ... The Great Lakes |
Lovely! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thanks Steven, Kate and terasina. Kate, I love the way I listen to the wind too! I feel that I don't want to miss a moment of the good things. Right now, the autumn sun is pouring through the sun-splattered leaves of my forest trees and into my room, and I keep looking out the window as there is so much to see. - Owl |
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