Wind

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    Wind

    Keith Grigsby
    2 February 2009

    Wind

    Blowing,
    Growing,
    Unrevealing,
    Moving.

    A presence that is not detected,
    But constantly changing things,
    Bringing up the past,
    With its arms.

    Like a revelation,
    Power to make change,
    Showing with another aspect on life.

    Tornado,
    Hurricane,
    Thunderstorm,
    makes you appreciate.

    Like it I am,
    Do you see your resemblance,
    I see mine,
    Wind blowing, growing, moving,
    Ushering in the future.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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