My daughter told me free verse was the
current thing. The current vogue in
writing verse would be of no interest to
me but the wind was strong.
These words remained.
Listening to the Wind
Lying awake last night listening to the wind
Noting that the Redwood tree plays a different note
Than the Chinese Elm in the front of the house
While the Japanese Maples sounded altogether different
Imagine a small thicket or woods
Planted with various types of trees
Arranged to play their notes with the shifting breeze
They could be called wood winds
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