The Wind Poem by Ama Alma Okigbo
The Wind
Sweeping by when the sky was ghost quiet
You could hear the crackling sails on the ship
And the burbling water against the ship
Yes, it is the wind
The mighty wind
Raising dust off the market road
Blowing dry clothes on the washing line
Taking leaves to places they've never been
Yes, it is the wind
The mighty wind
Turning windmills to generate electricity
Blowing farmlands into life
Snatching properties without permission
Yes, it is the wind
The mighty wind
Thinking of Hurricane Maria and Puerto Rico
Destroying all that is in its path
Leaving nothing but tears where there once was laughter
Yes, it is the wind
The mighty wind
Raising dust off the market road Blowing dry clothes on the washing line Taking leaves to places they've never been Yes, it is the wind The mighty wind.. very expressive of the theme and a wonderful graphic. tony
Many forms of winds from gentle to the harshest described skillfully. Amazing portrayal. Thank you, Ama Alma.
Sweeping by when the sky was ghost quiet You could hear the crackling sails on the ship And the burbling water against the ship Yes, it is the wind The mighty wind.......yes the nature is mighty and powerful and destructive at times. tony
This is good Ama, but reduce the explicit demonstration and use figuratives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 12:36:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Bravo Ama. Another masterpiece!