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 

  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 

  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 
  Tge wind.

                            Keith Garrett

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