Laura Smith Poet I do not know?

The Wind

The wind is singing me a song
A song I have sang many a time
I've always pressed fast forward
Refusing to press rewind
The tree branches rustling are keeping the beat
Just like the leaves crackling under my feet
Keep whistling the song wind
Its a song I long to hear
Like a night light to a child
It subsides my fear
I only hear this lovely song once in a blue
I'd listen all my life because the song sings of you
The wind is singing me a song
A song I have sang many a time
Always pressing fast forward
Refusing to press rewind
Because I own the winds song.
For the winds song is mine
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Carrie Richards March 20, 2009 at 6:10 AM This is lovely, and wistful as well. Good job, Laura! ~ Carrie

Amy Swanson March 20, 2009 at 6:09 AM Very soft and pretty, I love the ending. :) Has a melodic quality. I too love the wind, there is something almost magical about it. Love, Amy :)