TAME THE WIND
Tame The Wind
by Joe Cundiff
The wind she floats
Mostly above
Yet at times around us
She whirls unseen
Though we think we can
See her
In the branches
She bends
And dancing dust that twirls
And the waves of grass
She moves as her own
Silent her sounds
Rattle and crack
In random rhythms
And countless cadence
Yet to tame the wind
We must be at one
And become her
A child runs
String in hand
Tails flapping in the wind
Thin fabric floats
Soaring free
To fly a kite
Is freedom once more
To dream
To soar
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Nice imagery! Love the personification. English geeks like me love this stuff.
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