.3. Bend With The Wind Poem by David Threadgold

Bend with the wind that blows through the trees
Resistance is futile bows creaking
Relax all your muscles and lean in the breeze
For weakness it seems to be seeking

You could soar like an eagle if you just had wings
Sail a boat with its billowing sails
Listen a while do you hear the wind sing
As it whistles between the hay bales

If you don’t bend, you will take the full force
You must know it’s a futile resistance
Ignore if you wish, it is your choice of course
But the wind may blow out your existence


© 2008 David Threadgold
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