Cecil Hickman Poet Rhyme

Many Voices of the Wind

Echoes of the past whisper gently around,
Bold whirls of the present will surround.
Voices change from season to season.
Usually they speak without reason.

As time blows by, so does the wind.
Not knowing the language, they send.
We have no other choice but to defend.
Neither do we know what it could bend.

Many languages are spoken around us still.
Like the speed of the wind, we can feel.
No obligation to trim or narrow the gap,
We create another one known as rap.

We cherish our heritage and that is great.
Remember your past; navigate the gate.
Choose one voice or language to send.
Lose the many voices, chasing the wind.

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Sharon Winter December 29, 2008 at 6:35 AM Ah, a beauty to read. Yes, the wind indeed has a language all her own and by this write you hear it's mystery and many voices. Very unique and well written. Good luck if this is for the contest! Love, Shar

Derrick Burton December 27, 2008 at 1:52 PM speechless and true in so many ways, you have a very unique style and i like it. thank you for sharing.