A Wild Wind blows amiss
the plants and trees –
not a gentle kiss
Like a Louis
the Fourteenth dance
All the stately
tree branches prance,
Individual as the players
of many orchestrated layers
They fling themselves
around
Ancient roots hold tightly
in the ground
as the Wildest Wind
does its very best
to keep the tree branches
from any rest
© Kait King, 2016
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Exquisite lyrics. I love it.
Fraternal greetings, Kait. 🤗😀
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Thank you Lincol! And returned 🤗😀
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kait you’re kool!
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😁😎😁🙏🌻
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Love it as always. Am a fan! ❤
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Thank you so much!🙂🙏🌻
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You are welcome.
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Well penned.
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🙂🙏
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Watching the wind dance among the branches is soothing. Listening to it at night is a little frightening though. 😱😁 This poem is beautifully written.
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Thank you!…and yes, it can be!😊🙏
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♥️
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🙏🙂
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Old fashion rhyme,
for a change!
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Just for something completely different! Hahaha! 🙂
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Have a terrific week, Kait, love you and your poetry so much xoxo
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Bless you Dave, you too – always a pleasure to see you about! 🙂 xoxo
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Thank you so much, Kait, appreciate that xoxo
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