Blowing through the grass
Of the valleys below....
Even with the mountain tops
With the trees
The snow....
The scented wild flowers
The cut of fresh hay
As you drive down wind
On a clear,nice day....
The sail boats
On waters of blue
Sails set high
Holding true....
Sitting on the porch
Watching the sun
Setting away,
The evening breezes
Blowing astray....
Hearing your whistle
Singing through the trees
The chimes doing their music too....
Close your eyes
Feel it so
Oh sweet wind
Filling your soul....
Michael VanDyke @ 2017
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