{"sf1_id":605599,"sf2_id":"dePKzL01","title":"Poem #89: The Wind","author":"bhscorch1313","words":160,"posted_at":"2013-10-23T00:17:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/605599-poem-89-the-wind","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dePKzL01","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/84/b6/84b63305-c358-4703-bc39-b230f46b6257","description":"#90 of Poetry\n\nEvery thing in life has it's place, it's moment. Every little thing is important, in order to create the larger picture. I hope you enjoy this poem.","content":"A small breeze passes through the town  \nSending a pile of leaves across the lawn.  \nThis small breeze wants to be something more,  \nBut alas, it is but a breeze.  \n  \nThe breeze is not a stronger wind,  \nAble to mess with the hair of passers by.  \nIt is not a strong wind,  \nForcing people to hide under warm coats.  \n  \nThe breeze is not a gust,  \nLifting hats off their owner's heads.  \nAnd it is not a dust devil,  \nWhipping up clouds of dirt into the eyes.  \nOf course, it is indeed not a tornado,  \nLeaving a path of destruction in its wake.  \n  \nIt is neither strong nor terrifying,  \nNot something to be feared  \nOr paid much attention to.  \n  \nThe breeze wants to be more than a breeze;  \nBut remain a breeze it will;  \nFor even a breeze has it's time and place.  \n  \n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)  \n\"The Wind\" by bhscorch is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/).\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/605594-poem-88-dark-tunnel.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/605602-poem-90-distance-and-time.json"}}