Bill Simmons


Blowing In The Breeze - Poem by Bill Simmons

I was asked by a small child
What is love, why can't I see
I placed her on my knee and said
Why, it's blowing in the breeze

Beneath the hour glass
Beneath the stone
Where the line of life it so exist
Where memories linger on

Where the beach it meets the sea
Where mountains beget trees
Where rainbows they never end
Where stars at night they gleam

Where the wind it blows and grass it grows
And where the birds they sing
Where the rivers and lakes of this earth
Are nourished by her streams

Where the call, a child cries
And is comforted at night
Where a mother holds it in her arms
And whispers, it's alright

So is love, it's everywhere
It's in the air you breath
One day you'll know it, growing up
You will feel it in the breeze.

copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2005



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