Windy West Texas blows my dreams away
like tumbleweeds 'cross wind scoured clay.
My father's tractor creates a dust devil
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I like how you use the word 'away' at the beginning, middle, and end. Reinforces both the urgency and futility. the tractor's drone drowns out my songs the day is hot and dry... and long Provides such a nice change of cadence.
A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. The poem remains me of Texas Tornadoes. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.