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:
Very true when you're sailing!
Hi, Your poem has touched me. Greet you with respect.
Wonderful as always.
Nice, I wanna flow, I am just to tired now!
The title of this pulled me in from your other link. Reminded me of sailing too. Windy ridge.
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