Howling Winds
Winds howling outside my window,
as I look out toward the Rocky Mountains
and seeing the white fluffy clouds going
to pay them a visit. Grass is calling for me
to come to them, as they whisper
so low in my ear, telling me what
I already know, but sorry friend
you will have to wait another day,
before I can mow you.
Meantime I will just listen
to the wind howling a little longer
and dream a little while.
Written 6-2-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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