The wind doth blows,
Trees and branches violently quake,
Waters in the river with great fury ripple,
The dog struggles to balance as with the wind he doth shake.
Nature struggles against the elements,
Debris and litter fly everywhere, a spectacle of windswept scenes,
Climatic chaos descends upon us,
Fragments remain of an old derelict building blown to smithereens.
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2019 12:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Its been a very blustery weekend in the UK. Here are my thoughts on our familiar friend The Wind.
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A good write FineB.
Hi Orchidee,
Thank you.
You are welcome!
Keep writing FineB!
A scary view of what climate change means - thanks for sharing it FineB
Hi Fay,
You're welcome.
Thanks for reading.
Keep writing FineB!
I think you captured the moment exceedingly well....
they are becoming more frequent visits around my neck of the woods too.............. Neville
Hello Neville,
Many thanks.
Its still blowing hard the wind out there.
Keep writing FineB!
pleasures mine my friend... N
A poignant write indeed.
Hello Michael,
Thanks.
Be careful of the wind out there.
Keep writing FineB.
GOOD EVENING FINE ~ A great Poem to remind us of the Powers of Nature ~ one of which is WIND. Increased global warming etc as a result of Mans activity results in more extreme climates Worldwide ! We are all paying a price for those who cause Global Warming ~ALL OF US ! And those who deny it like Mister TRUMP ! Thanks for sharing ~ my cardoors were nearly blown off today in Essex !
Blessings through Poetry
BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡
Hello Brian and Angela,
Many thanks
Blessings in poetry to you both.
Keep writing FineB!
Good one FineB, yes it has been a bit breezy.
Hello Goldfinch60.
Thank you.
It certainly was breezy yesterday.
The wind is agreeable and a lot calmer today..
Keep writing FineB.
Glad it's calmed down now but wonderful work
Wind, another element of nature.
In fury it is extremely destructive.
If gentle it's a breeze that carries the dark clouds where needed most.
Fine read
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