Alone And Hiding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Alone And Hiding
Wind whistling through the night, nothing to stop
it's eerie lonely sound.
Reminding me of a child happily walking through
nature's abode, alone and hiding within themselves.
At times being afraid, whistling even louder as if
it will protect them somehow.
Wonders of childhood, giving them exemplary ways of
dealing with eerie and frightening aspects of life.
Especially those that happen when they are all alone.
I never hear the wind unfortunately. Something I would love to hear but you paint an excellent picture. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 12:12:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Roseann, Reading your poem, i looked back at my own childhood and could hear the whistling wind. In my native village in Kerala. i was always aware of the cool, fragrant breeze that blew specially in the evenings. i particularly loved the sound of the leaves fluttering in the breeze. But i never felt lonely or frightened. It was a very pleasant experience for me.