Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Wind’s Favorite Poem - Poem by Slava Olchevski

My eyes were closed in a pleasant slumber
When I heard a clap of distant thunder
Wind opened my book and flipped through the pages
It has been reading like this throughout the ages

Some writings it liked, they had a nice sound
The one in particular made it astound
The beauty of rhyming was so profound
The wind made a circle and came around

With blow so fierce that it ripped the page
And sent it flying as a wind’s prized catch
From that time on, every wind I befriend
Could recite my poem from start to end!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009



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