A Dust Devil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Dust Devil
Wind picking up, getting louder.
Suddenly a dust devil appears in a
cloud of dust, spinning up the
mountainside, pulling whatever will
come up with it together.
Climbing - ever faithful - then the
wind dies down and it disappears
into dust, lying once again upon
the ground until the next one comes
along.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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8/28/2026 12:54:51 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
That is evident that whatever goes up must come down. I like how you create a scene from this natural occurance. I was beginning to picture the scenario. Bravo!