WIND BLOWS, WIND BREEZES

Here are the next seven verses of the poem

WIND BLOWS, WIND BREEZES

(after Pat Mora, Water Rolls, Water Rises)


In storms, wind rages.
In cyclones wind roars
and brings on the rain in a hurricane.

Wind never rests
as the world turns,
spanning the earth, moving weather around.

Sometimes a murmur
moving sand into dunes,
wind sings a song, a slow gentle croon.

Wind fills the windsock
and holds up airplanes
propellers guide wind over wings.

Winding round weather vanes,
making roosters whip and whirl,
wind provides direction.

Huffing and puffing,
wind makes chimes sing
into the soft breeze of night.

All over the world,
wind blows, wind breezes
on the water, in the sky.

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