The wild wind blows
Whistling through the trees
I stand on the doorstep
Watching, waiting
For the wind to subside
Amazed by its power
The wild wind does blow
Shaking all of the trees
Violently
A storm is brewing
Watch out
It knows no bounds
The wild wind does blow.
This reminds me of opening the back door and waiting for thunderstorms to arrive.
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Oh yes, 💙💙
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Indeed it does. A wonderfully atmospheric piece.
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Thanks Keith ☮️😁
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The wind is indeed wild and unpredictable.
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It sure can be 💟
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Wind is an amazing experience, it can be violent and incredibly destructive, or gentle and very soothing. Excellent piece Carol Anne! 🙂✌🏼
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Thanks Rob ❤️❤️
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I do love it when it whistles through the trees. Lovely writing Carol Anne!
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Thanks Kerri, yes, it’s nice when it whistles through The trees 💗💗
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We love Ireland, have visited there several times. I fell one day there and broke my knee.
We had to stop our vacation and come back to the U.S. for more X-rays.
One time when a hurricane came to our house, I drove the car up a way on the hill.
We couldn’t get it out because the street in front of our house flooded with big rains.
When I walked back down the hill the wind was blowing sooo hard that I could stand
still and lean against the wind. That was a Texas wind. Your poem reminded me of that day.
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Oh no sorry you broke your knee, but yeah, that hurricane doesn’t sound too nice 💜💜
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Oh it does, and there’s always a question as to what it will bring or where it will take me.
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Yes, I agree indeed there is ☺️🫶🏻
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