The Winds of Change

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I was googling for a graphic to go along with this poem for my website when I came accross a painting by a young artist named Jenedy Paige.  She had painted a canvas titled the exact same as my poem.  I emailed her seeking permission to use her piece with my poem agreeing to link to her site as well as give her due credit on her artwork.

We got to know one another through numerous exchanges of emails and found we had much in common becoming long distance friends;  she from California while I currently live in Alabama.  Long story short, this very talented and amazing woman sent me as a gift her exquisite painting.  I am blessed!  - Deborah

The Winds of Change

The Winds of Change
(Deborah Taylor)

 The winds of change come blowing in
they toss me here and there
I never know where I'll end up
but really, I don't care

 Gypsy blood runs through these veins
it seems I can't stand still
Like the bee who robs the pollen
I never have my fill

 Why can I not just be content
to travel this road I'm on
Why must I always seek anew
the tune of a brand new song

 The winds of change come blowing in
they tempt me with each gale
They whisper of adventure
 like a leaf caught up I sail

 My life is one big whirlwind
there is so much left to see
When the winds of change come callin'
I shake these shackles free

 Once again I feel that itch
and you know it must be scratched
I test the wind and test my wings
Free to fly at last

 The winds of change come blowing in
they toss me here and there
I never know where I'll end up
But I love the journey there.

 

 

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bandit1192 commented on The Winds of Change

09-08-2009

I enjoyed this poem, I think we all wish we had a little of the gypsy blood in us. I loved the last verse. Good write, TS

ladysingsjazzz

09/08/2009

Thank you, Bandit. Isn't the painting done by Jenedy great. I just love her work.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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