September- 5- 2025
Listen to the Wind Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
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“Wind and Waves eternally speak to us, sometimes in hushed murmurs and sometimes in violent roars. We do not know what they speak. They may be trying to convey the calm and the fury of Nature in turn”- ~ By Poet I hear a wind whispering from the hills It comes down tickling the clean woodland rills From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves As it pounces on them like wayside thieves It shakes the branches of flowering trees And their petals drop like confetti in the breeze Over hills and trees, it loves to skip and stray. Always in motion, never inclined to stay It moves unhampered over streams and field With no resistance to its might, they simply yield Like a child, it romps over the shady bowers In its gentle touch, dances the gleeful flowers Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover And disappears kissing our cheeks under cover It comes capering with a lilt and a swing We feel joyous when we hear it merrily sing From an unknown hide out it comes like a sprite. It always makes us feel its vigorous might Listen to the wind, it may have something to teach!
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