tony atkins

Rookie (19/07/1990 / naracoorte)

The Wind - Poem by tony atkins

the wind blows when i call
it keeps me warm on a cool day
the wind stops when i ask
cools me down in the heat

the wind is a friend not a tool
it helps me as much as i help it
it lifts by spiret like a thunderstorm
the wind sweeping ofer me like rain

hearing voises caryed to me
seeing things i shoudent see
leting me know my deepest wish
the wind gides me throu my day with out a dropp of waste


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011


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