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Wind (poem)

What on Earth is this thing we call wind?

That sometimes loud, sometimes silent thing.

It ripples the water, it rustles the trees,

of toupees, there’s no greater enemy.

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It can destroy a house when it gets all mad,

it can blow upskirt, drawing the eyes of every man.

We can harness its power, with big white fans,

but longhairs don’t like them, hippies want them banned!

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The first gust of wind that endeavoured to blow its way around the world,

approximately 4 billion years before Christ’s birth,

huffed and puffed and pulled and strained and whirled,

straight into a rock he went, with a bit of calcium in tow, becoming the first pearl!

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Wind got better at blowing and sucking its way around the place,

it grew with the oceans and the mountains and creatures,

but it never conquered that hardest of blackest, starry, up-there beaches,

it couldn’t blow off Earth and reach the land above called Space!

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Tornadoes are nothing too mysterious,

they’re simply wind going through puberty.

They get big and loud and occassionally break things,

but they settle down as their adult minds begin.

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Wind’s story is one of perseverance and bravery,

they broke the surly bonds of stillness, the slavery,

Zipping around and interacting with all the Earthly things,

it’s wind’s dream one day, to reach space, it’ll blow up there and reign supreme!

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Wind (poem)

  1. Interesting perspective

    Posted by lezbeinliterature | July 21, 2015, 3:53 pm

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