Vintage Poems - Wind Instruments

A perfect capture of the wind here on the plains. Enjoy!WIND INSTRUMENTSBy Candy Hamilton, OglalaIn the otherwise silence of the nightNight silenceThe wind bumps its rhythmAgainst the side of the houseAnd train-whistles against the otherThe rhythm smooths outTo dog howlsThen to distinct wordsThat finally blur to scat.Originally published in Pasque Petals 72.1, Summer 1997Featured image by bill lapp under the creative commons license on Flickr.