The Winds

The Winds

 Well there’s something in the wind that blows off this river

 Refreshing, revitalizing, rejuvenating, remembering, who you are

 It sounds mothers wind chimes, though once thought a nuisance

 Is now more akin to a snoring husband, that without the wife is restless in

its absence

 It fills your lungs with breath and beauty

 Butter and biscuits

 And your ears, yes your ears are filled with music

 Yes, yes, of course the music

 There’s music on the crop fields down Gunwaleford Road

 Down Mobile Street from every single cobblestone

 And from the limestone cliffs that rise up like a song

 Songs on an album and you can’t help but sing along

 This wind is my wind

 It’s unique to me

 But there are others out there that will never see what I see

 But from Maine to Maryland

 Nebraska to Alaska

 The wind blows strong, for those to which the wind belongs

 For this wind is special and different, to all those that know

 For these are the winds

 The winds of home