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Even the whisper of a wind Will woo these wind-catchers To creak and groan, round and round, Moaning above tulips, red and yellow.
And when one great dipping arm catches me I soar screaming into baby-blue sky, With wide and wild eyes Stirring color to a blur.
“Hang on, hang on, hang on, ” My laughing heart sings, “Like love it lifts you And brings you round,
And like a poem, Dancing you High above familiar ground, It never wants to put you down.
Dennis Lambert |