Ida Werrett

The Seasoned Traveler

I love a gentle breeze
that playfully skips around,
shuffling the leaves
and ringing the wind chimes
as it dances around my head
and whispers in my ear,
secrets of exciting adventures
and faraway places.
After all, the wind has been
...everywhere.

Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2008

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  • Frank Russell (8/1/2012 1:33:00 AM)

    An observation most probably overlook, and one of life's simple pleasures. Thank you, Ida.

    Frank

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  • Naseer Ahmed NasirNaseer Ahmed Nasir (6/29/2009 11:54:00 AM)

    Yes, wind is a seasoned traveller. Beautiful poem, Ida.
    Regards
    Naseer

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