TO CATCH THE WIND

                       TO CATCH THE WIND


Out there free, in the early morning light from the sky,


A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind blows 
Across the sky.

Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
Spirit,

It raises its head to the rising sun.


Miles, and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation  
From heaven,


With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch 
The wind.

                                                                     Keith Garrett

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