Travels Without A Care
© Sadey Ivers
I love the wind. And the many things it can do. In this poem, it tells you the things it does. Fom a calm breeze, to a howling wind.
it flows through my hair
whistles in my ear
and travels without a care.
moving and bending trees
swaying branches
and touching all the leaves.
on cold nights it yells
screeching and howling
and ringing all the bells.
it’s the wind that does these things
that bends the trees
and blows around a lot of things.
I wrote this,
as it flowed through my hair,
wistled in my ear,
and traveled without a care.
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