Howling WindsA Poem by ChelseaA poem for my house & my beautiful property. Also a little thanks to the LordHowling
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 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 20, 2011Last Updated on January 20, 2011 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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