Wind

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. - Thoreau

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been there

done that

to and fro with a baseball bat

seemingly at will

swirling and gusting, always bringing a thrill

doesn't know where it's going

doesn't remember where it's been

has no worries

no hopes, no dreams

caressing and knocking

walking on balance beams

funnels of glory, kneeling to say their prayers

warm breaths and icy stares

willing and unwilling, it climbs creation's stairs

master of its own universe

usher of relief and chanter of curse

ruler of its own realm

sailing its way like a captain at the helm

it simply doesn't care

back and forth, up and down and side to side is how it chooses to wear its hair

Author's Note

When I hear music, I flutter, and am the scene of life, as a fleet of merchantmen when the wind rises. - Thoreau

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

As a musician I love all sorts of music from heavy metal to folk...not fond of rap or opera. But bluegrass, country, rock, jazz, blues (especially blues guitar) and almost anything else, I learned Bruno Mars' Count on Me on guitar on a dare from my youngest who said I couldn't do it on guitar. She now admits it can be done. (laughing) Love Ozzy and always have. He's such a sweetheart of a guy and a great music maker.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. That is a rarely listened-to album by BS. A great one though

[Pete]

thanks twc. remember to hold onto your hat. a classic album by a groundbreaking band.