Gordon Jerome

Free Wind - Poem by Gordon Jerome

The wind it is a fickle thing
through trees and leafs you can hear it sing
hard to catch it can often be
roaming this earth so wild and free
it knows no boundries as it blows
with not a care for where it goes
it whispers to you soft and shy
while on its way gently passes by
but when its angry do watch out
for thats when it can really shout
it can come to you as a warm gentle breeze
or as cold as ice in a hard winters freeze
we have harnessed it to do our chores
it has even carried us to far off shores
the birds they ride it way up high
to travel across our endless sky
it is with us always and shall ever be
forever roaming and forever free.
'closing thought'
So if a breeze you feel today
be glad it found you while on its way

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

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