A lot of wind

One day, far away, the wind began to blow

Though it didn’t last long, it was so strong, the river upstream did flow

Backward bound, the mill unground flour into wheat

Blown out of the ground. post holes were found rolling by my feet

They only stopped, when they popped, so I put them in the pocket of my shirt

But without their stuffing, they’re good for nothing, they won’t even hold dirt

Flying around, parallel to the ground the rain struck a cliff made of shale

It soon did make, a vertical lake held in place by the force of the gale

Then with all it’s might, the wind bent the light, at right angles I was told

Though still bright, the beam of my flashlight, buckles at its fold

With nails I pined, the edges of the wind, so it couldn’t get away

Now I rent the gale, to those who want to sail, up till this very day

Author's Note

I had an uncle that used to tell tall tales to us kids this is a tribute to him

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

He would love this wonderful tribute of a poem, Soren. Excellent work. CLE

[Soren]

So good to hear from you Carlos and thank you so much for the read and kind words of encouragement they are always most valued