Tag: Wind

Big Wind

What if a great big wind came
and picked us up
and dropped us on some lonely shore?
Would we try to leave or make it home?
Could we stay there ever more?

The experience would change us
for ever.
We might adjust and stay without regret.
We might just sit and search our souls
and be as happy as we can get.

Shall we wish for a big wind to
change our lives
if our 'humdrum' needs rearranging?
We could relish the new challenge,
and start our bored lives achanging.

Safe Passage to Tollesbury

I had to move her now
Because the winter was here
Sailing her was usually fun
When the sun was there to cheer.

Blowing wind and heavy rain
The boat is severely tossed around
Hold on, grit my teeth, look out!
We must not go aground.

There are no lighted buoys
No shapes upon the shore
No moon or stars to help us
and daylight is no more.

I've been so foolish, will we make it?
I feel that I have sinned
Then a calmness overtakes me as
I smell wood smoke on the wind.

Can you smell it?  I asked my friend
Just a trace on the air 
Someone is burning wood
on the shoreline over there.

I know where to head if
the shore is on the right
Keep straight ahead and find
the flashing beacon light.

There it is!  Just a little more
Then hang a left into the creek
Shine the torch - look there's the quay - 
And the wind has ceased to shriek.

The bonfire burner on the shore
Will never ever know
The comfort he rendered two frightened men
Who were lost in a winter blow.

Gone Viral

It's gone for now, the great escape
where time slows and smiles rise,
the boat yard near the water is
distraction for we ageing guys.

But now there is a bug about
which seeks to strike us low,
keep us home watching telly
and there's nowhere else to go.

I will never again take for granted 
a gentle wind on a sunny day,
when the tide is slowly rising
and my boat is under weigh.

A Gift from the Deserts

I love a warm wind
A friendly summer breeze
It wraps me in optimism
And puts me at ease.

It's so welcome when it comes
To city streets or country lane
To the deck of a heeling boat
Or a crowded beach in Spain.

The warm wind tans our paleness
And our faces take on a glow
Drab clothing is cast away
And stressed pulses begin to slow.

It's the deserts that give up their heat
To the drifting passing air
Which, carried over land and seas
Ensures we get a share.

A Gale in the Park

It stood for years, but now it is dead,
Lying over on one enormous side. 
Branches spread out like lifeless arms
There's nowhere now for Squirrels to hide.  

Dark grey is the trunk that lies there
With bright white flesh exposed like a sore
The moss green of the north facing bark
Is contrasted by the red rot of the core.

A rogue wind in the dark killed this tree.
A steady blow would only have it bent.
It withstood strong blows for years before,
But this time a Hurricane was sent.

Autumn had not yet collected its dues
For the leaves were still attached.
Nature should have let them fall as usual
Before it had the Tree dispatched.