Listen to the sound
Of my Windsong,
Changing the wind
Into a song.
It seems to change
To a musical chord,
As it passes
Through my backyard.
The music is accompanied
By the trees
As it softly passes
Through the leaves.
The trees sway
To the soft tune,
Sending sweet music
Through my bedroom.
I sleep soundly
All night long
As the wind
Plays my Windsong.
Willie P. 12/01/23
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Author Notes
Question: Willie, why are your poems so short?
Answer: I don't want to bore the reader before he/she gets to the finish.
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