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Wind
Wind
It hums, it whistles
It speeds through the trees and across the moors
Yet it has a quiet side
A calming breeze
Which silences the temperamental gales
It brings the freshness of a new day
And the sharpness of each season
We are the wind.
Placing: 1st
Contest: Any Top Twenty Poem
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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