Ghost of An Achievement

In anger he conspires creates havoc on his way down, simply spoils one’s hair when revealing one’s crown. He aid’s Monday’s wash with the strength of a kiss, commands the clouds, rain, many heartaches and bliss. He controls the ocean those that dare to venture, resolves the passing of time when leaves in autumn surrender. He provides the cushion above tableland and mountains true, compose permutations for Condor, Airliners and crew. He shapes the moorland tops Pen-y-gent and Pendle hill, a track of perpetual tenacity yet gently wields the morning chill. For he has many names this force with volatile agenda, velocity in many forms nature’s power on its very own bender! © Harry J Horsman 2008