The Wild Wind of Antiquity

The wind is come to sojourn once more Delivering tidings from far away, yonder. It expires its breath and wheezes veracity. Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed As the wind calls out its blustery voice And those who listen will know it well. The legend told is one of timeworn myth But nought can change, save for illusions, And he who walked before us also follows. The wind is come to visit this day To test our faith and inquest our soul For the wind that comes to call, this day, knows all. Alan S Jeeves