Scorn not the soft southerly
who's moments breath is but a whisper
through an open window ,
for she's a tired wind in the summertime .
She bellows below her best .
Fear not the fury of the gale force wind ,
Be still as she blows past .
For she is angry , she is restless .
All she seeks is a place
where she can relax and be easy at rest .
Turn not your face from those winds of change as they blow from every direction .
For they do not know why they come or go .
They're friendly winds dropping in on a call .
Cry not in that bitter wind
that chills your cheek with her icy kiss .
For as cold as she is it's better
To have her howl away than never to have a wind at all .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-19 11:09:53
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