Wind Song
Weeping willows as scarecrows dance,
tumbleweed runs like in a trance
when windblown.
A gentle breeze brings many joys;
soon fear is wrought when it destroys,
as windstorms
raging war cries loud are spoken,
stately trees are bent and broken
from windblasts.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.21.2014
Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
Preferred word: Wind
6th
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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