Wayne Bowen

Rookie (Florida)

She Is The Wind - Poem by Wayne Bowen

Everyone is aware of her presence but only one knows from where she comes and where she goes. She is the wind.

She glides through the forest embracing the trees while they nod their approval knowing she will always return.

She moves over vast oceans with emerald tint as the sun sprinkles silver sequins over the surface while waves roll gently up and down in constant motion. A sandy shore greets her once again as the waves tumble down casting foam to the shore their journey complete.

As she touches land once more tall pines on rocky slopes bow to her coming and she looks down on green valleys and quiet brooks guarded on each side by purple flowers.

She passes over small towns where church steeples reach up with their symbol of faith displayed while their bells remain silent.
She moves above large cities waking sleeping flags stretching them to their limit. She takes smoke from above the highways and tall buildings and chases it until it is no more and blue sky with puffy white clouds appear. Flocks of birds flutter back and forth in unison then scatter before her.

Moving over the patchwork of farmland she turns fields into golden oceans moving to and fro while dusty whirlwinds dance along dirt roads then disappear.
The plains give way once more to green mountains where white waterfalls crash and spray below and rivers rush down jumping rock and boulders seeking to rest in quiet streams below. Green leaves of all shades look up from a dark decaying floor to beg for more light as steam rises like smoke through thick undergrowth and welcome drops of moisture fall as if made from a sweating giant above.

She begins her journey once more as she has done since time began and divides her time equally so all can benefit and enjoy her presence. She is gentle, kind and gives herself to everything showing no favorites. She requires nothing in return. She is the wind.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 16, 2010


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