The Curse Of The Wind.
Blowing, Snowing, Blizzards, Gales,
These are hard facts not fairy tales.
Yes many have cursed you for millions of years,
Cowering, huddling, without shelter, just terrible fears.
Today we build with concrete and steel,
For you care not of how we feel.
So stay cursed on this planet of man,
Gnaw at the mountains; a part of the plan.
In the deserts a storm of sand,
Covering all in that no-mans land.
Yes! You are cursed that which we cannot see,
Your torments on land are small compared to those at sea.
You have brought death to many a soul,
Names too numerous to write on a scroll.
Yes we are bitter and curse the wind,
Our determinations will not be thinned.
For there will come a time when we conquer your power,
Mankind will use you hour after hour.
So stay cursed and blow while you may,
In the end it is you that will pay.
One day perhaps we will lift the curse,
And no-one will write of you, not in verse.
Bernard Shaw.
My first effort was controlled by the devil that resides in my head. I have
to fight him to make a serious poem. I think if you compare the two works
that this time it is I that have won. bern..............Peace
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