Howling Winds

Howling Winds

A Poem by Chelsea
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A poem for my house & my beautiful property. Also a little thanks to the Lord

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Howling Winds

The wind blows

Howling and whistling by my ears

The trees whip around, following its every move

The blades of golden grass dance around

 

The sun beats down on me,

In yellow and orange rays

Warming me from head to toe

I stretch my arms out

 

I lift them high

In an act of joy

To my Lord

My creator

 

I’m feeling as if I were taken by the wind

My feet firmly planted to the ground,

On my little piece of heaven.

I call home.

© 2011 Chelsea


Author's Note

Chelsea
I live on 80 acres, 40 of it is a hayfield. So I wrote about the feeling of when I stand in the hayfield on a windy summer day! It’s beautiful! Please review. Also the picture, I took it!

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You have reminded me of my childhood years, growing up in a rural area...I remember laying down in the middle of a field many times, surrounded by the waving grass or alfalfa...oh what beauty and peace...I felt at home with the earth. The windy days are the best for this experience, the wind allows the plants to speak and each makes their own unique combination of sound and movement.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Sounds like a beautiful field, made even more beautiful and peaceful by your creative, colorful words. Such a lovely sunny day. Thanks for sharing, miss.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is stunning. I love everything about it. It reminds me of my grandparents farm, a place which I love dearly and where I feel the most at home and relaxed.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Really beautiful! Love it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

With every word you write, you seem to have a way of making the reader feel as if they are there in the hayfields with you on a summer day. Great work.

-Writer *78*

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You have reminded me of my childhood years, growing up in a rural area...I remember laying down in the middle of a field many times, surrounded by the waving grass or alfalfa...oh what beauty and peace...I felt at home with the earth. The windy days are the best for this experience, the wind allows the plants to speak and each makes their own unique combination of sound and movement.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The photograph is amazing. Cut the "the" approach. Trees never whip around. Explain this.

I stretch my arms out
I lift them high

Improve these. Next, use PERSONIFICATION and other figures of speech. e.g. similies, metaphors. Metaphors more than similies.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love the picture:)
and i love walking through a feild when its windy out:D

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sounds just lovely. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i like this poem. i like the imagery and i love the picture that you took to go with it. it's a good thing that you have a home you can truly love and appreciate

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

interesting.... i like it

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chelsea
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