I remember wind from north
rushing thru field of gold
waves combing valleys; plains
birds fly from hiding, blanket
sky; deafening sound they go
land on trees, bending branches
stalks heavy from summer fruits
seeds fall collected by critters
dancing leaves dance all day long
kites break silence of clouds
cheering kids do gather crowd
running race on those dust hills
thirsty runners take dive in creek
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