The Wind Poem by Jim Boone

Comes quietly as a gentle breeze
Or with hurricane force
That blows me
And my senses
Askew

It's a natural resource
That can power our living;
A dreaded foe that gets
Behind a firestorm landscape
And turns it to ashes, but
No one can kill the wind.

Sail on, when the wind is about;
Make love in a gentle breeze.

It will swim with the dolphins
And stir up a fuss with the waves
That rush to the shore.

The wind blows the senses
Challenges living and
Rock-a-by's the melody
Of Me and You, in the wind.


2012