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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