This I say about today,
And it’s true of tomorrow too…
Breeze blows softly, breeze blows down,
Fresh breeze blows from town to town,
Feelings rise, on the rebound,
On the rebound.
Yes, it goes the way the wind blows,
Blowing clean over field and stream,
The wind is true, the wind is you.
Breeze blows softly, breeze blows down,
Fresh breeze blows from town to town,
Feelings rise, on the rebound,
On the rebound.
Wind blows and our cares we throw,
We can be so light and free,
Beneath the blue, dance me, dance you.
Breeze blows softly, breeze blows down,
Fresh breeze blows from town to town,
Feelings rise, on the rebound,
On the rebound.
Certainly a poem for spring. Thank you ?
Many, many thanks! Stay well Phil.
Beautiful, Annette. Thank you.
Arlo Guthrie, answering a question about where all his songs came from, once said: “It’s like you sit by the stream and pluck them out of the water as they float by. You just hope you don’t get downstream from Bob Dylan.”
There are a lot of poets hoping they don’t get downstream of you.
I am so, so, so honored by your wonderful words and references here Jim. I am truly moved to tears and joy all at the same time. Thank you more than I can ever say. Stay well my dear friend.
Such a beautiful poem again my sister. Makes the new spring and summer coming feel vibrant. Love you very much.
Thank you for always supporting and encouraging me my dearest brother. It always means so very much to me. God bless you.
Another beautiful poem of a highly beautiful place. Laying on the beach, having the wind blow across your body, has you entwined as part of the land itself. Love you Sis!