Blown Away

by marvelous little things

“When I was young,

I often listened, in amazement,

at the passing of the wind

How in the still shelter of the woods

it gained life and purpose

as it rustled every leaf


I’d sit wide eyed , mouth open

my father beside me,

his face in disbelief


I thought he saw me as ‘strange'

to be entranced

by the sound of such simple things


But I see it now

his disbelief

was in himself and not in me

he wondered when he lost delight

in all these marvelous things”

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