Thursday, January 20, 2011

poet Fiona's poem THE WIND

I am the wind
blowing strong and hard
I am good for flying kites in.
I am also good for blowing flowers.
I am good for trees.
Even though you can hear me,
you can't see me.
I am God's breath.
But do not worry,
I am not dangerous.
I am cold,
I am the wind.

by Fiona Woolley
Spring 2010

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