Voices In The Wind

Did you ever hear the wind

Whisper as it whirled?

Have you heard it echo

Voices of the past?

The wrinkling rustle of the leaves

Is really Mama hushing baby to sleep.

The creak of the shed door, back and forth

Is just the repetition of teacher and pupil

In the old schoolhouse across the way.

The clang as air wraps around the silo’s ladder

Is really the farmer, calling his herd.

The breeze that rushes around the sill and through the screen,

That’s Grandmother, out the backdoor, emptying the wash basin.

The wind. She speaks.

About the author


I am a child of God -- seeking daily to walk in the Way. I am the daughter of a farmer. I am married to an awesome man who makes it possible for me to live out my dream of keeping the farm that has been in my family for 110 years. I am the mother of two. We have laying hens for eggs, raise our own chicken, pork and beef as well as have a large garden. We sell the excess produce at our roadside stand along with my crafts and photography. Thanks for reading about our adventures. God bless!

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