Michael Shepherd Wind Poems

Suck and blow, suck and blow,
like a pair of windy bellows -

why do you whingers wheeze on so -
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You bought the kit,
couldn’t wait for Mum to clear the table
to spread its bits and pieces out
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The soft spring wind
is whispering words of love
to the slender branches
whose leaves flutter
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What a wild wind today
in Wimbledon Park,
80 mph they say,
mischievous, shameless,
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the sculptor,
called to the great task; through
the huge columns, ringing echoes even with a sandal’s tread,
the stone chamber,
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