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Rated: E · Poetry · Environment · #1850384

Blustery days are not my favorite

Blustery Days


Gusts soaring to fifty miles per hour
Whipping trees and the surf
Mother Nature showing her power
There is no equal on her turf

Tress bending
Still defending
Their spot on the earth

Surf roaring
And imploring
Hold tight to your mirth

Birds soaring
Often warring
Giving all their worth

Blustery days are beyond my ken
Often destroying what man made
Trying to predict where and when
Is the weatherman’s masquerade

LeBuert  2012  *Cool*


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