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