William Tell


The Story Of The Wind - Poem by William Tell

Hear the wind that rings the chimes, that blows across the field.
Wind that howls and screams on the cliff that will not yield.
Wind that whistles through every hollow tree and crack
In the rock. The peaceful wind that follows at the back
Of the ocean wave- and sings to me: The story of the wind.

Hear the wind that rings the chimes, that blows across the field.
Wind that hides its hate and rage till it is suddenly revealed!
In some jetblack and stormy night upon a once calm sea
Anger it did hide- and reserve for you and me.
Tempestuous voices scream to me: The story of the wind.

Hear the wind laughing in the desert’s empty space.
Wind that mocks and chides, blowing sand across its face.
Wind that amplifies the loneliness there amid the sand-
-Filled endless shore. Restful seasons there, none can demand.
The lonely wind that cries to me: The story of the wind.

Hear the wind among the trees, on every branch and leaf.
Wind that brings the sparrow back and speaks of all the grief
That winter bore in silence. Wind that ever so faintly whistles
Finds another song amid the quickly growing thistles.
A thousand voices speaking, telling me: The story of the wind.


Comments about The Story Of The Wind by William Tell

  • Gold Star - 13,954 Points * Sunprincess * (3/7/2014 7:55:00 PM)

    .........I love poems about the wind....thanks for sharing this one... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014


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