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My Windsocks

My windsocks flutter in the breeze, Their streamers catching in the trees. I love the way they bop and dance When given even half a chance. And even when the winds don’t blow, I like the way they look, although Their rainbow hues don’t represent Much more than what is evident - A subtle sign of light and cheer To show that people living here Delight in letting windsocks fly, Which city living must deny.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/2/2024 5:52:00 PM

Ilene, I love your style of writing. I don't have much time this evening, but I hope we will be reading each other's work more. I really like what you've written. It's a celebration of life. We hang laundry inside on a rack and sometimes outside. We used to have a clothes line outside when we lived in a normal neighborhood. It's a delight and the clothes smell fresher.

Jan Allison

Date: 4/1/2024 4:13:00 AM

aww what a delightful image you paint, I find rainbow colours so uplifting i would love to see a picture of it Ilene, that said i can see it in my minds eye:-) hugs Jan xx

Yann Rolland

Date: 3/31/2024 11:34:00 PM

absolutly enjoyable and ..subtle, you made sochs dance, wow , thanks poet

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 3/31/2024 9:30:00 PM

A very cute poem. Windsocks really grab attention.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/31/2024 7:53:00 PM

Delightful product deserves a delightful poem like this, Ilene. Thanks. Actually, I had never heard the term 'windsock' before, although I have seen them numerous times. So, thanks for the education, professor! ~ Your student, gw

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/31/2024 12:31:00 PM

- The joy of small things ... the joy of colors ... catch the wind, Ilene ... lovely written :) - hugs