The Wind
The wind calls out to me
whispering my name
it plays with my hair
and the skirt on my dress
I watch as it dances
with the stalks of barley and grass
making a sea of golden wheat
a laugh rings through the gentle breeze
Copyright © Kay Cary | Year Posted 2014
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