Wind Alone
Constantly moving around the globe it never stops it has no home
Free to blow where it may un-harnessed it travels undaunted to our dismay
Without prejudice or discrimination it still eludes by un-relentless determination
Unconquerred its battles thou unscathed its restless soul it will forever blow and blow
With sorrow its lonely to travel always alone...alone...alone...
poem by Jack Rogers
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