.
trade winds scraped the sea
churning the cauldron of life
and now, under and deep,
life is thriving, and rife
trade winds soaked the sky
in brigades of rain filled storms
and now, well watered, the land is strewn
with creatures of many forms
trade winds filled the sails
that pushed the horizons of man
and now, man is more than he was
befor his journeys began
trade winds delivered us
to our final berth
now, the connection between wind and life
... is forgotten, if not cursed
Comments
Another good write from you,
Another good write from you, can't understand why no one else has commented! You seem to always achieve a good level of quality with your poetry.
Best regards,
Tim
thank you so much for your
thank you so much for your encouraging words. I don't comment very much on other poets works. I am too much of a loner, recluse, hermit etc. to feel comfortable in doing so, fearing a conversation might ensue. Yet, I enjoy a compliment as much as the next guy! I guess I am a little selfish with my time and privacy. I'll try to do better in the future
again, thank you
regards