Howling Winds

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

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.

Author's Note

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!

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

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.

[FallenHeroXx]

So nice :P i love this and your writing style's still good :P

Fallen

[A Risen Heroine.]

I love the description of the hayfield on a windy summer day! :D
Keep up the good work and thanks for sharing! :D
~A Fallen Heroine~