Friday, February 5, 2010


                                            Brenda Bryant



The wind keeps on changing its mind!
It's hither and thither, I find.
First it blows to the West,
Then it thinks East is best.
The trajectory's never defined!
When I think that we'll head out to sea,
Where we'll float unencumbered and free,
It's back over the land!
No direction is planned!
Oh dear! Now we're off again!

A very welcome wind here:


geraldgee said...

Very true when you're sailing!

istanbuldailyphoto said...

Hi, Your poem has touched me. Greet you with respect.

KB said...

Wonderful as always.

Jim said...

Wonderful post.
Sydney - City and Suburbs

Mariana Soffer said...

Nice, I wanna flow, I am just to tired now!

Tigerbrite said...

The title of this pulled me in from your other link. Reminded me of sailing too. Windy ridge.