Wind

Gentle whispers are heard on the wind She whistles happily as she soars ~~~ Not disturbed by her enchanting melody She catches a glimpse of the sun As it peeks out between silver lined clouds Emerald leaves are cloaked and shrouded by mist They stand and salute from the valley floor below. She whistles to the tireless free flowing river While savoring the whispers as she floats away. 23/08/15

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Jack Horne

Date: 11/21/2015 3:52:00 PM

love the way you've written this, Phyll - very clever indeed

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/26/2015 7:40:00 AM

- An ode to the wind, lovely dear Phyllis - I wish you a great day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 9/2/2015 1:09:00 PM

Thanks Anne Lise for your comment on my poem wind. love phyl

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/23/2015 6:11:00 PM

Hello Phyllis... She the wind becomes our saviour and our destroyer depending on her mood. She appears to be on her best behaviour in your poem - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/25/2015 5:44:00 PM

Thanks Lindsay my friend. Yes she is happily singing her way around the countryside. love phyl