An Ill wind  for Bro Tate

An Ill wind for Bro Tate

A Poem by Poeticpiers

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An ill wind?


The wind is blustery tonight.

Foretaste perhaps of autumns gales

Which serve to turn the windmills sails

Of course sometimes the power fails.


The wind decides to blow elsewhere

The wind does what it wants to.

Nobody has the power to

cause the wind to blow again.


Autumn is the harvest time

The wind that blows across the plain

Supplies the power to grind the grain.

Without the wind we could not gain.


The flour we need to bake the bread

Without the bread then we would be

No doubt complaining bitterly

of the winds inconsistency.


The wind is blustery tonight

I see no reason to complain

At least it drives away the rain.

Tomorrow will be calm again.


Thursday, 08 September 2011


© 2011 Poeticpiers

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A amazing poem. I like the cooler days to be able to walk outside and allow the kitchen to be used again. Here in Michigan we get the rain with the cooler days. Thank you for the excellent poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

A beautiful look at the world we all wan to live in

Posted 11 Years Ago

The wind is always doing what it wants and never asking for help. That is the impression I get from this write. I like it but believe there is more to come as if the work is not complete. Great read!

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Near Durham city UK, United Kingdom

72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..


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