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Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: conflict, depression, forgiveness, hope, love,

Wind From The Sea

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947

Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I don’t fight them anymore – somehow they are a part me
So together, in this house, in this room
We endure the somber solitude of the day

A sudden chill fills the room
Death enters – its foul breath chokes me
My three companions prostrate themselves
Pressure builds in my bowels
Bile rises in my throat
A heavy weariness fills my bones
He’s calling – hissing my name
I can’t breath

Death surrounds my soul – crushing me 
I hear groaning 
Strange guttural sound -- it’s coming from me
Deep painful darkness fills me
I beg Death to take me

Through the open window
A gush of wind enters
A sheer curtain hanging comes to life
It’s spirit lifts inwards and up beckoning me to dance 

What is this wonder?
A limp ragged curtain – faded, stained, frail -- has life
Reaching toward me  frayed fingers of thread motioning
Old friends rush to me – Joy, Hope, Love
Death’s grip slips – I gasp a breath
Looking up I see the open window
Boarded by old bare wood, hard with age

I realize it’s daylight now – soft shadows 
A curving road leading to the water
I can taste the saltiness in the wind
Trees in the distance
A calling from the sea
Seagulls, waves, laughter

Joy breaths into my nostrils 
Leave this place – Depression cannot hold you
Simple pleasures I will give you
   Cool breeze on a summer afternoon
   Laughter of friends
   A walk in the garden
   A book
   The Sea 

Depression laughs in my ears
Through that window lies heartache, treachery, poverty, misery
It will chew your insides up – blood will pour from your lips
Pain and suffering awaits if you leave this house
Death waits to take you home 
An end to this constant noise – the peace of total emptiness 

Another breeze and Hope fills my eyes with light
I see colors – vibrant alive filling me with warmth
Leave this place, take a journey to the sea
Let light fill you and be your guide see -- opportunities abound
For laughter, love, forgiveness for life – abundant life
See the rainbow upon the Sea

Hopelessness rushes toward me
Kisses my lips and whispers
Light burns and blinds
Enslaves you
They will see clearly your secrets
Spotlight focus – ridicule scorn ugly disgust  self-hatred

Love rushes in and embraces me
Light, fresh, empowering
My heart leaps with pleasure
Arm and arm she leads me to the window
Much pain and sorrow – yes  also Love
A powerful love that transforms, refreshes frees
Breathe deeply of the Sea air – fill your lungs
Go – you are loved deeply and completely

Looking out Looking in

David Meade

Live Generously

Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: love,

The Wind

I am the wind You cannot see me but you can feel me Breezing gently through your hair Brushing slightly across your cheek Whispering softly 'neath your ear I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring blowing fiercely against the desert sand which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul I will not fail you,nor leave your side till you smell fresh rain again and soak under cascading waterfalls I am the wind extinguishing wild fire which scars the lifeline of your palm I am the wind blowing whimsically in the honey fragrance of each meadow where you lay beneath a half sun I breathe my warmth where your cold fingers gather forget-me-not petals that fall ever so slow with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound I am the wind,I will carry you to places ,far I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves which soar above your mirthful past I'd strip your thought bare till I touch that heart I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase I play within your dreams with each seductive move Capturing the hour of a star I linger in the depths of all that once was dark I pour rose- scented zephyr into your night and We would never part,No! We'll never part I am the wind

Poem Details | by Pailey Gordon |
Categories: 9th grade, love, nature,

The Music of the Wind

Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the wind sends me on my feet.
Dancing with the music of the air 
that is rushing through my hair, 
I inhale the sweet, mellow essence of what life has granted me
Then I exhale the words,
"I am thankful for this life and the road, no matter how rocky, has served its purpose".
As I leave this place,
I hum the tune of the masterpiece conducted by the wind
that rustled in this tree.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: deep, dream, lost love, love,

Kiss the Wind

I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls

I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body

Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark

Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine


Then I awoke, another sad day

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: desire, kiss, love, metaphor, ocean, romance, wind,


I was the one with the color-blue eyes, 
you were the wind on the sea
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss 
why did it have to be me? 

                                                Pardon this wind for causing the wave
                                                One as free-spirited as I 
                                                was myself surprised, your gravity called, 
                                                your lips I could not deny

A soaring breeze calms not a sea 
and I would be remiss, 
to think my journey to your heart 
began with but a kiss

                                                Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep 
                                                did you not feel the spark, the magic? 
                                                You wound my heart, with thoughts that start 
                                                to doubt my intent, it’s tragic

Indeed I felt it, burning deep, 
your spark inflamed desire
Enraptured now, I long for more, 
my heart a raging fire

                                                 Arise, my King, from current doubt 
                                                 and begin to breathe anew
                                                 Haven't I hovered long enough 
                                                 for you to get a clue? 

Bend, oh Queen, yield your will 
and we will rise above, 
the ebb and tide of mortal bane 
swept away in love

                                                  Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel 
                                                  on a course set sound as stone
                                                  Prepare yourself oh majesty 
                                                  for I will share your throne.

A Collaborative Write by KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015
Poem of the Day - 18 April 2015

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: love hurts, metaphor, wind,

Wind Lover

You kiss my face and I turn to trace
the tracks you left on the ground;
where have you walked and with whom have you talked
in all of your traveling round?

You utter a sigh and I am wondering why
you just cannot slow down and stay;
capricious you are like a burnt, falling star,
fickle, and quick to betray.

One day you are kind, your fury confined,
the next, you are hostile and wild;
today a soft breeze, lightly brushing the trees,
tomorrow, an unbroken child.

I open my arms to welcome your charms,
but like a ghost you vanish and go;
my emotions are torn by the strength of your storm,
your inexhaustible, volatile show.

I release you! Go scream and follow mad dreams,
go blow to the east and the west;
you try to impress then insanely digress
your plan to pursue an irrational quest.

The day you are through, tame the tempestuous shrew,
come back to my warm, loving heart;
ruffle my hair with the breath of a prayer,
until them, my dear, just depart.

Copyright, August 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: feelings, imagery, longing, love hurts, miss you, wind,


Bereft.. tingles and sway are deserted heartstrings bestilled.. I yearn for the thrill of the dance and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments.. widowed.. the capriccio has died; lifeless in swoon-less inertia I pine for zealous zephyrs to float my cloudless notes and kiss me aquiver - to shiver my craving broken chords in the lusty bluster of his imaginative airs and the lively magic of his lyrical lovemaking wistful without whispers blue without wind-songs chant-less.. I suffer in silence - awaiting my escapade in the windy caprices of his mind-blowing dalliances for neither of us can sing without the other. Susan Ashley September 14, 2018 ~ Third Place ~ Best Free Verse July 1 - October 1, 2018 John Hamilton

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: love, wind,

Wind Songs

Romance me with your flirty breeze,
Susurrate songs in leafy trees.

March winds you clash with tidal flows,
Keep waves in hindered highs and lows.

Your power paves a mockery
Of gentleness I long to see.

Won't you return our springtime bliss
Caressing cheeks with tender kiss?

Don't make meek martyrs of the trees
When you uproot them as you please.

Training tornados torrid path
In tempest tears you display wrath,

When all along I know you hold
A sacred spirit of the bold.

So beguile me with tender touch
With wind songs that I love so much,

And I will be your maiden fair;
You may finger my golden hair.

On through autumn our love will grow,
With wayward windy hearts aglow.


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Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: faith, friendship, lost love, love

Angel's in the Wind

It howled down the canyon 
Like a wolf on a ridge
No longer invisible
As it rocked the bridge

It came with a chill
It came with a bite
I remember it hit me
Just before night

I stopped to listen
For I could hear
A voice from my past
One that I hold dear

It carried a scent
I’ll never forget
Along with a memory
That I’ll never regret

As it blew through me
Sweetheart I knew
The wind carries angels
Ones just like you

Written for the voices in 
the wind contest.

Poem Details | by Mark Peterson |
Categories: life, love,

Paint the Wind With Clouds

Now here am I
still floating back to earth,
and lightly so,
for all these words
arrive on little velvet pillows.

I wish I could have
stayed up there
and lingered by your side.
Still it is you who signals me
each day with patient wind.

I feel it gently on my face—
whistling softly in my ears and
lifting distant scents for my mind's reflection,
redolent of blossoms far away—
from so very long ago that I'd forgotten.

Therefore, what am I to do
to reassure you
of my life and time?
How are they now that
I might speak of them?

I have chosen thus
to stand alone
on tall and barren hills—
and daily task myself
to paint the wind with clouds.

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Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: love, nature, wind,

Blowing in the Wind

Deep in the harbor it's rowing our boat,
does it have the map to where we float?

Far in the woodland it's singing our song,
why didn't it follow us, to come along?

Up by the farm it's buzzing the cornfields,
hope it knows not to blow away the yields.

In open land, it's spinning the windmills,
people on the hill are happy with its skills.

What just caused the sun to blush,
and why did he wave goodbye in a rush?

Is it about the kiss, that the wind blew apart,
instead of landing directly in your heart?

Or about  butterflies humming with pollen,
playing cupid to pollinate buds swollen?

Why did the twilight fade so soon,
is it time already to welcome the moon?

Did wind shrill about our romantic dance?
I saw the moon winking in a glance.

Is there a message hidden in their wings?
I hope to find out with a beautiful ring.

August 22, 2017
Placed 4th:Blowing in the Wind contest by Nicola Byrne

Poem Details | by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: lost love, time,

She Called Him Wind

It was in the early fall when the colors of life were changing
Leaves painting a new carpet on the sidewalk
Eyes meeting 
Exchanging glances
A pounding noise
Was that his heart?
Candleights and dinner
A starlit night                                                 
Weeks passed
He could not stay but vowed return and she called him Wind
She said the wind never stayed but took her breath
Fanned her spark into a flame
Then left again before the rain
A kin to the elements but
A stranger to the storms he left behind
 Years passed
Time was now the enemy as he returned to find her gone
Fighting tears and memories
Reaching for the arms that once held him
Hearing her voice in the heavens
And she called him Wind.

Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: love, weather,

Haiku 29 Wind Snow

                                  wind snow – hard, cold, deep

                              creaking trees, sagging power lines

                                    sheets warm next to you

David Meade

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, cry, desire, love,

Kiss the Wind

I want you to love me
I want you to hold me
I want you to be my woman
I want to lust for eternity

For this I plant a kiss
Upon the breast of your heart
For this, roses were made to exist
Your scent blooms inside of me

I am consumed
With the thought of you
I wish to be buried by your essence
As I whisper so softly

For all my desires
I suffer in hells fires
I kiss the winds
As I leave this world

You belong to me

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, nostalgia,

Flapping In The Wind

Flapping in the wind bouncing to and fro hanging on by a thread knowing shortly I'll let go I remember when that day you brought me home I was so fresh and new bright and bold bounded tight you'd cinch me up I'd keep you warm at night As time went on I no longer cleaned up well but still I was your favorite bringing to you warmness comfort when you need it and the scent of your loving home I know I will never be the one you fell in love with and many others will take my place I will never get the picture out of my head when you would put me on that glow upon your face

Poem Details | by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: death of a friend, family, feelings, friend, heart, hurt, love,

Lovely wind

Lonely nights come and take me 
Raise me up but don't break me
Lovely wind I can feel your coldness
Touch my skin, play my hair until I become your oldest
Let the time pass so fast...carry me in your arms and make me forget my past..
Can I continue ? Can I move on ? 
And where is my place if he had gone ?
I can see the flowers but I can't smell it..lovely wind takes my soul before I kill it 
Can the heart live alone? Can he be cold like a stone? 
I can tell you that his whispers gets through my bones
Oh my lovely wind ! Can he feel my loneliness ?
Can he freeze the time and beat you?  Or your going to freeze me but when you feel my heart , my love will heat you ? 
Are you going to be warm and soft like a feather or you're going to be cold and cruel like the leather?
I can feel you when you touch me when you kill my he going to love me or my destiny is going to end ? 
Am I going to dream with him before I die ? Are you going to say yes you will ? Are you going to lie ?
Gentile wind you are my source of truth you're my friend...
Before I fly away make sure that my message will be sent...
Let him feel my love , let him hear my heart beat...
Take my heart and put it in his hands so he can feel my heat..
Lovely wind thank you but it's time to say goodbye...
Smile for me but on me don't cry...

Poem Details | by John Monteblanco |
Categories: daughter, fantasy, lost love, nature

Dare to dream of Wind

He ran away to chase his dreams
Short of a miracle was it not?

Yet the winds of change roared strongly at night
Enter- the fierce winds of time
It will be you alone.

As you dance, I cry
Blow the flowers toward me
Free to drown me now.

Like a DJ on steroids,
I won't allow you to slice through my heart anymore,
My beautiful daughter, Windstream.

John Monteblanco
Nature, Four In One

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: beauty, love, nature,

The Wind Blows

and the wind blows pushing the blue bird higher farther past raindrops and darkened clouds into a valley of golden sun where rainbows dance in her dulcet eyes where worries wander away and new days are hatched and the wind whips clearing out the old preparing for the new mixing the earthen mulch from a fallen past into an unmade bed of fertile ground A morning mist fills the meadow dew drips off the first spring daisy beauty overcomes me I hold her ever gently in my arms watching as the wind blows

Poem Details | by tonya belden |
Categories: i love you, inspirational, love,

Leaf in the Wind

When I am the wind,
and you are a leaf,
I will worship Thee
beyond belief.
Summer dances
across your skin,
when you are a leaf
and I am the wind.
When you are a leaf,
and I am the wind,
each passing day
I will return again.
If you desire
the warmth of the sun,
I will move the clouds
one by one.
You will feel the sun shine
for only Thee.
When I am the wind,
and you are a leaf.
When I am the wind,
and you are a leaf,
I will find you clinging
to a naked tree.
Colors distorted
by the changes of fall.
Still I will cherish you
most of all.
On a breeze I will carry thee
to all the places I've been,
When you are a leaf,
and I am the wind.

Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: fantasy, love, mythology, romance,

Wind Rider

**From my collection of poems:  'Apollo's Diary' 

I wonder if she thinks of me,
   at night, alone.....
   in her melting-bed;
With moon full as her curiousity breath, the wind in the late hour
   the stars I shall tease with,
   and phallic-lavender to ignite her bosom;
I am all things gentle, yet mighty,
   soft as her silk sheets.....
Dark and tall in her bedroom shadows,
   but candle-light makes me real
   with the night so young,
   if a king should come ----
   he will not do.....
She longs love, not adulterous power;
   I shall whisper upon a balmy breeze.....
(I wonder if she thinks of me)
    at night.....

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, sea, wind,

Drift Free

Quiet taps on my old oak door
with a scent of lavender and honey
blown right past where flowers grow
swirls back in to a place she knows

In my arms I can feel her rest
heavy head and a broken heart
tear filled mist brought with the sea
seeping so slowly inside of me

Come close where I can comfort you
put to sleep all your deepest fears
hold my hand and be one with me 
and together we can both drift free

Hold forth you winds of yesterday
live peacefully in my dreams
emerge in grace and beauty
a soft breeze blown in off the sea

Poem Details | by Mel Merrill |
Categories: love,

In the Wind--Collaboration With Casarah Nance

I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep,
Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep.

For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two,
With paper and pen, thinking only of you.

Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate rhyme,
Unaware of the hour; unconcerned with the time.

Till my eyes were made blurry by the sun through the trees,
As the sweet-smelling jasmine arrived on the breeze.

So I took in a breath, just as well as your heart;
It was beating for all, and no longer a part.

Then your touch, as the grass, teased my delicate skin--
Such sweet innocence this; or such wonderful sin.

Ah, the earth is our playground; our home is the sky,
As I proudly remarked, "Look how high we can fly!"

Thus I give you my love, may it evermore keep...
Hear the wind in the willows? They no longer weep!

Collaboration: Mel Merrill and Casarah Nance

Poem Details | by Chad Weeks |
Categories: girlfriend, goodbye, inspirational, lost love, love, moving on,

The Wind

You are like the wind

Gently guiding me by while barefoot on a beach
No matter how far, I’m always within its reach

Pushing me through rough seas like a sail
With you mountains are nothing to scale

Like the wind comes great change
And all begins to rearrange

You force the snow to sting my face
Foot prints in the sand you erase

You slow me down
Mountains still all around

I wait for your storm to pass
With each half full glass

But behind every storm
Lies a sunrise to keep me warm

In that light I shall lay
Because long I have waited for this day

Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: dedication, pain, love, i love you,

My Apology: To Wind

we found eachother,
lost in pain that we both knew,
we loved eachother,
but the distance only grew,

i was here,
and you were there,
no word of conversation,
i still remember all those things you said,
they gave my heart a reincarnation,

you were my love,
my sweet vampire,
the wind that carried off my rain,
you whispered to me,
and i felt your arms,
as we kissed away our pain,

though we loved eachother,
we wrote together,
of love and pain and blood,
the distance only seemed to grow,
and then to tear us apart,

you found a girl,
it broke my heart,
i cried and accepted the inevitable,
you and i would always be apart,
there was nothing i could do about it,

i fell in love,
i didnt mean to,
but it was one of the best mistakes i could make,
i broke your heart,
and still i miss you,
but perhaps this was our fate,

i never wanted to forget to say,
that i love you and i always will,
i never wanted to forget to say,
im sorry, i wish we could have worked out,

perhaps if things were different,
and this land mass wasnt so large,
perhaps if we had held tighter,
and had a solid heart,

we found eachother,
and fell in love,
lost in a pain that we both shared,
my dearest Wind im sorry for this,
that our love, could only last here...

Poem Details | by João Camilo |
Categories: love, nature,

The wind blow carried me away

The wind blow carried me away
To a valley, where silence dwelt,
In sleeplike calm, I waited the day
Love would also be carried astray
He will arrange his arrows and bow
Beside the rose tree where I lay
And listening to a melody low
He would replace the sun’s glow.
I would wake up but with my lips 
Dried because he declined me a kiss,
Beneath the hill where night sleeps
To a new dawn, hear the star’s gossips:
Love rather be bounded by a chain
Than keep wandering freely in vain.

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: imagery, romance, wind,

Sweet Zephyrus - A Love Letter

Sweet Zephyrus, my Zephyrus, westerlies' bouquet nectarous lilac layered flirtations sail wings whimsical whiff my skin pale butterfly kisses generous. Music you breathe melodious chorus of wind-chimes feverous sounds, symphonic in gentle flail sweet Zephyrus. Hands breezy - touch me delicious flowers long-stemmed dance capricious exhales enchanting do prevail sighs satisfying without fail licks sweeping softly amorous sweet Zephyrus. Susan Ashley July 27, 2017 -----------------------------

Poem Details | by CT Duet |
Categories: lost love, love,

Gone With The Wind

Love, when I confessed my love you turned away, 
turned to another, I have no will left to stay
Your words they crushed me I could never know why
Can't you love me like you love her, over you I cry
The other men, they never knew me, never could understand
As we were friends, couldn't you love with a ring on your hand
My eyes are red and weary, tell me what is really inside
Do you love me like a lover, or shall I wither as I have died
tell me now, what can I do to have your affectionate embrace
Tell me what I can change, and all the trouble I will erase
Tell me Love..

Friend, when you professed your love, I had to turn away, 
I gave my ring to another therefore I could not stay 
My mind was a mess, it was being put to the test 
You had me impressedfeelings I could not digest 
Your love overheardmy heart had been stirred 
No way I could go back on my solemn word 
All the night my tears fell, thinking of what I had lost 
Only wonders of the line I should have crossed 
My heartbeat has dimmed, not wanting to live 
Seeking for a lover, a life to give 
I beg of you dear, stay close, don't disappear 
To you I swear, my love for you is clear 

By the triangle of love, each to his own has sinned
And the lonliness of longing heart, gone with the wind.

Poem Details | by john mcmahon |
Categories: love

The Wind That Moves You

i admire the muscle
of the wind
that brought you
to my door.

i marvel at its infinite
glory as it moves my
land and shore,
and drives the hearts
towards the fire that
burns for you.

i am the keeper
of such a flame;
the wind that moves you
tames me-

i am lion,
please take my roar.


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: crazy, culture, dark, death, dream, fantasy, love,


They say fantasy is in the wind
But I can see it everywhere
We’re all chasing empty beauty 
And that’s before the bubble’s pop

Reality is just complex delusion
Too successful to taste freedom
Thinking we’ve lived and loved
Because that’s what we are told

But what if it was just control
The only truth was in my dreams
Nothing real or what it seems
Imagination dies.children cry
While the wall is being built
Locking us in, can’t feel the wind
Love locked out.fear begins

We don’t give it a second thought
Distracted until we go blind
Entertained to the slaughter
Like our parents before us

And we think we had a nice life
They called it real, it was fantasy
Pure love danced right past us
In the wind and in our dreams
It was never the fantasy
Freedom was and will forever be
Inside the mind what you can’t see

While they fight to keep control
The only truth is in my dreams
Nothing real or what it seems
Imagination dies.children cry
While the wall is being built
Locking us in, can’t feel the wind
Love locked out.fear begins

Still, passion rides the wind 
Dreams are my reality
And if somehow this isn’t...
Never wake me up!

~Lyric Man

Note: A rainy, melancholy day set the mood to pen this “R & B tune” that talks about the many call lifeImagination is chased out of children until childlike wonder is extinctThe blind lead the blind into empty lives while love rides on the wind of forgotten dreamsFantasy in many respects was the true reality, but we are conditioned to miss itFrom our youth, society builds walls to “protect” us, but in truth they in-prison usWe lose our awe of senses, including self awarenessOur lives get diluted into septic pits we are conditioned into thinking is normalAn we are being entertained to distract us from the approaching slaughterSociety rapes our innocence, robs our freedom, and hides us from daring loveAnd the mindless masses sleep walk to their graveFor most people, by the time they are 40.their most “real” moments are in their dreamsAnd on this rainy day of dreaming my only fear is waking up and being like the real world!

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: america, beauty, christian, devotion, love, patriotic, usa,

She's Blowing In The Wind

My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind                                                                                               We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands

One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind                                                                                 I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away

I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray                                                                                          Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day

Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind                                                                                             I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when

This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes                                                                                                Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red

Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white                                                                                                I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind

I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag                                                                                    May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P