Wind and Time
By Nick Grimshawe
Standing, gazing at the sun splashed mountains
All around,
Wind whines through telephone wires,
Singing of;
Days upon lonely chaparral,
Fresh snow high on bare grey rock
Above the tree line,
Cold,
And time.
Walking, back along the sunny headland,
Dogs ahead,
Another wind murmuring though tall pines,
Sighing of;
Sun drenched purpled hills
Sweeping down to azure glistening seas
Washing golden sand
Heat,
And time again.
Watching, hang gliders soar amid towering clouds
Turn toward,
A lifting wind whispering a joyous chorus,
Castles of whitewashed clouds
Pillowing in an airy ocean with a mountain shore
Green against the sky,
Warm,
With wind and time.
Best to You.
Nick
Hi Luka,
Sweet to see you climb onto our POTW king's seat for the week. What a wonderful young man you are; I love your writing style and of course, your bio, accept my huge CONGRATULATIONS my dear friend. Even more gladdening is to get confirmation that the Babic in your name is same Babic I know and cherish a lot, one of our very good friends in the community; Lady BB!!!
Woww!! Branka, you have a great son in Luka whom you should be really proud of. Many cheers from ARTICLE OF VIRTUE family.
Thank you Peter and Team for keeping us in tune!!