The Wind Poem by Corra Ramsey

The Wind

Rating: 5.0

The wind blows
The wind stirs
It gathers
It churns

It grows
It listens
It follows
It learns

All the patterns of the valleys
All the ridges of the hills
Whistling through the forests
And singing with the cardinals

The leaves blow astray
As the wind
Makes its way

The trees dance
The deer prance
In obedient
Disarray

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6/25/2025
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