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Book 23 Page 12

The wind

The wind blows east,

the wind blows north,

the wind blows forth

from where no body knows.

And where it’s goes

only the wind knows,

as the wind blows

to and fro.

It’s comes from here

and it’s going to there,

it seems to have not made up its mind

as it blows back and forth the air.

For the wind is a most

indecisive chap,

blowing down trees

and blowing off your hat.

For it comes and it goes

with out an invitation,

round and round where only the wind knows,

in it’s own windy and indecisive, 'imagination.'

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au  Created on 6/21/00