Her Best Teacher Was The Wind Poem by Jim Yerman

"Did you have a favorite teacher, Grandma? " Her granddaughter asked…and immediately Grandma grinned.
"Why yes…my favorite teacher…" she said, "has always been the wind."

Seeing the confusion on her granddaughter's face she said, "Perhaps I should explain…there's so much we can learn from the sun…the wind…the rain…

You see, the Earth and the sky have many teachers spread out from coast to coast…but the wind has always been my favorite…it's from her I've learned the most.

I find adventure in the wind…in the different ways she kisses my face…in all her unseen beauty…in her strength…and silent grace.

How quickly life can change is something she helped me understand…as I watch her switch directions…or walk along the shifting sands.

She's taught me change isn't always bad…to treat it with affection…because sometimes in the winds of change…we can find a new direction.

She taught me if I listen closely…I can her her singing songs…she taught me how to bend so I won't break…when her winds are blowing strong.

She taught me on those calm days…days when her gusts are done…If I want to create my own wind…all I have to do is run.

She taught me how to ride the wind…every time I fly a kite…and how to enjoy the hidden mysteries she bring with her at night

In the Autumn as I watched the leaves falling from the trees…she's shown me how sometimes you have to let go…in order to be free.

Yes, I have found my comfort in the teachings of the wind and I know, wherever I may roam, when my time on Earth is over…the wind will call me home."

Later that day the mother asked the Grandma as her daughter she was viewing..
"Look at her running back and forth…what do you think she's doing? "

The Grandma watched her granddaughter for a while…then turned to her daughter and grinned…I believe that's just your daughter…creating her own wind.