WindA Poem by Barry!
The wind is always somewhere blowing
Racing, wafting, rising, flowing
It drives the rain and windmills high
‘til there’s nothing left but sky.
Gusting with loose leaves in tow
Whirling cyclones filled with snow
Howling through the ruins frail
Caressing (to tatters) the tall ship’s sail
Covering acres with endless ease
Are we so unlike the breeze?
Rushing, shouting to and fro
Is there meaning in where we go?
Flying off to see some spot
To smell some flower we have not
Even wearing down the stones
To gawk at ancient kingdom’s thrones
When the candle has nearly burned
Our brains release the things we’ve learned
And all that effort seems we’ve sinned
Accomplishing little more than wind.
© 2008 Barry!
Added on February 8, 2008
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