The South Wind - Poem by Juan Olivarez
The south wind in my hair,
Oh how I've missed you, my old friend.
Of the four brothers you're the most fair,
The one on which I can depend.
You cool me off in the summer heat,
Bringing clouds to shade the sun.
It is a joy to just take a seat,
And watch the clouds, you have on the run.
9/6/10 Alton Texas
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