Whistling Place

A story like poem about wind

The wind whistles

My feet pound

The ground is soft

Making it hard to run

I feel so free

The forest is mine

No one here will hate me

I look up ahead

I see my favorite bluff

A slight outcropping

Pointing down the mountain

The wind is just right

To hear it whistle

It's special song

The song of the wind

I look at my watch

It's time to head home

The wind whistles goodbye

I run back down the worn path

Worn by my own footsteps

The footsteps that will always lead

To the whistling place

Author's Note

A bit of a story here