The Howling Wind Poem by christopher murphy
The Howling Wind
The Howling wind,
outside my window.
Rounding up the autumn leaves,
like wild horses.
Corralling them together,
in the corners of my garden.
But which am i happy to be,
the wind,
or the leaf.
Nice poem. The last three lines uplift the whole poem. The wind or the leaf, it’s very difficult choice, Chris. Regards Naseer
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yeh nice poem what would you really like to be the wind or the leaf? i woud say both difficult choice -10 anjali