Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Let the wind blow

Tall trees growing in the air, flooding the atmosphere with fear, while courage from the sun, infiltrates the sky with guns, you cannot tell what is going on until daybreak mingle with dawn and hope from the sea fill our hearts with dignity. 

Its Sunday, isn’t it? But everything is still and the hard-working men are grinding at the mill. The trees are not moving, the bells are not ringing, and the people are not singing. I wander around the square, searching for something that was worthy to open the gate to glory, but their hands were all messed up and their hearts were corroded with dust. Forced smile color their faces in two and a minstrel emerge from the back of the square, that have heightened the fear.

Let the wind blow and let's begin the show, let the wind blow and destiny will lead you where to go. It will set you on the path that is right and it will break the dry spell before midnight, the rhythm is in your feet, and it will help you overcome the challenging feat’ you will walk with your head high and your ambition buried in the sky. The morning will greet you with a grin and at evening time the heaven will make you sing.

The roses in the spring garden with fragrance spreading all the way to Normandy beach with white sand and hollow shores, a surprise awaits you at the door; “naked” children running about in nature in the sand, covering their shame with their hands as they dive in  the endless games that nature proclaims, while brave hearts that know nothing of where they land, but the solemn wind gives them a helping hand.

Let the wind blow in the direction that it wants to go, you must get the people in line and start doing what is fine, there are no shelters in the streets but camps at the back where everyone meets. I will wait for you there, for there is so much to share; we will walk around the brook and examine the shallow creeks and observe the aquatic life rolling in the street.

When the wind blows, it will speed up the show, let the wind blow, it will take you where you should go; meet at the creek at the backside of the street, the wind is going to blow so get ready for the re al show.

                                                       Let the wind blow

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