Tags: I see it this way! Heritage Shores Bridgville De E.W. Faircloth photography photographer

The Wind A poem by Darrel Farmer The wind is something you can not see The wind is something that will always be free The wind blows soft and the wind blows hard The wind blows gently as I play in my back yard The wind just comes and goes where it wants The wind always brings in hot and cold fronts The wind sometimes tosses things to and fro The wind is always there where ever we go.