Wind Songs
Ribbed strands of wheat across the plain
bend at the knees, to drink the rain
in windfalls
Brown from harvest, drought and blight,
are cornstalks spinning through the night
like windmills
The dry stalks slant and dangle leaves
and rattle music through the trees
in windstorms
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Written for Nette's Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
By Carrie Richards 11/20/14
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