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Child Of The Wind ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

She was born in a hurricane
Carried in by a stork riding the wind
As she grew she learned the ways of the wind
The currents
The directions
Like me, she also heard the voices
The wind became her teacher and guardian
She learned to be free
To go with the flow
She and I were kindred spirits
She was young and I was old
Just 2 wind riders enjoying the ride
I’m sure there are more
Children of the wind out there
And I would love to hear from them

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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Fallen Petals


We built a soft petal bed
of rose scented love
to weather all seasons
but reality is
life is fugacious,
immunity non-existent,
when winter storms descend
smothering us in it’s icy breath
it curls the edges brown
and the petals crumble strewn
revealing the thorns
that laid in wait
so well hidden
and now,  prick so deep.

©Heather Carr-Rowe

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Fugacious

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