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The whirlwind
Contributed by
hamp
on
Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Whirlwinds
A golden orb shines,
A fiery, hot glow.
A whirlwind rises to play,
On the desert below.
Skipping here, skipping there,
It fells it has no wrath,
As it plays with desert sands,
Laying in its path.
It spies an Indian village,
It joyfully makes its way.
The women curse the desert wind,
The children scream and play.
Tho it could be mighty,
Where nothing could possibly stand,
And in its fore, it pushes,
A swirling wall of sand,
The children have kept it happy,
It stays playful this day,
As here and there and everywhere,
It happily races away.
Hamp
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hamp
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2003-09-30 00:25:00]
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Re: The whirlwind
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by LovingWhispers on
Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 12:43:08 AM AEST
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Love the imagery..
and the thought of the Indian Children playing makes me smile :)
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Re: The whirlwind
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by Philipa on
Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 08:42:11 AM AEST
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Those dust devils in the desert are wicked. Your poem is written with a sense of place. I like that. Thanks for sharing.
Philipa |
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