Nature Poems about our Wonderful World
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I am a writer from Ontario, Canada. Three years ago, I started writing poetry and have written over 500 poems. The profit from sales of my poetry book 'Where the Heart Resides' are donated to 'Camp Trillium' - a year round camp for children with cancer.
The winds Concerto
© Elaine George
I am the maestro
Of land sky and sea
I am
A living
Breathing
Symphony
Of many sounds
And sights
That I have found
Like the BOOM
Of the ocean
When I lift her up
Then throw her down
Her roar
When I roll her
To crash upon the cliffs
Along the shore
Or the tinkling
Of her shattered pieces
Falling back
Into the tide
As I fly - Fly - Fly -
High
Beneath
The blue
Of a North Carolinian sky
Over-
The burning sand
Slipping through
The slender
Sea Grasses
That whistle
As I tickle
Their every stand.
Whooshing -
Through the cities
And the towns
Tumbling
Bramble bushes
All around
Slamming shutters
And banging doors
Before I leave
Turning every leaf
On every tree
As I fly- Fly- Fly-
Higher and higher
Piercing
The heavy black clouds
To make them cry
Their screams
So loud
They crack the sky
That thunders
In reply
Throwing
Bolts of lighting
Pelting s of rain
As I fly- Fly - fly -
Through the night
Into another day
Where
My concerto
Comes to rest
Upon
My
dying
B
r
e
a
t
h
Wind Poems The winds Concerto
I am the maestro
Of land sky and sea
I am
A living
Breathing
Symphony
Of many sounds
And sights
That I have found
Like the BOOM
Of the ocean
When I lift her up
Then throw her down
Her roar
When I roll her
To crash upon the cliffs
Along the shore
Or the tinkling
Of her shattered pieces
Falling back
Into the tide
As I fly - Fly - Fly -
High
Beneath
The blue
Of a North Carolinian sky
Over-
The burning sand
Slipping through
The slender
Sea Grasses
That whistle
As I tickle
Their every stand.
Whooshing -
Through the cities
And the towns
Tumbling
Bramble bushes
All around
Slamming shutters
And banging doors
Before I leave
Turning every leaf
On every tree
As I fly- Fly- Fly-
Higher and higher
Piercing
The heavy black clouds
To make them cry
Their screams
So loud
They crack the sky
That thunders
In reply
Throwing
Bolts of lighting
Pelting s of rain
As I fly- Fly - fly -
Through the night
Into another day
Where
My concerto
Comes to rest
Upon
My
dying
B
r
e
a
t
h
Wind Poems The winds Concerto
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