Offerings To The Wind
This was the poetry that I wrote about an historical wind storm that decimated my small town. I used it as a prologue for some grant applications for a public art project related to the storm. I got both grants.
The trees spoke to me again
Their voice driven by the wind
I did not know their language
So I responded with symbols
Hoping they understood
My voice driven by the wind…
Laurkat
Very interesting. I like it very much.