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 land.

 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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