Wind. Comments

I remember the Great Storm in the late eightys, what devastation. The trees that came down it just made you cry and thank God we only had thirty three faitaltys, because it happend so early in the morning.This poem brought it all back to me, that hurrican was the worst in two hundred years. A really brilliant write. cheers Sylvie

a sublime narrative the images true and real so real I feel the great rush as trees bend in the majesty of nature and the human safe for now in awe and at last peace a fine poem