I have known the fingers of the wind
That soothing cool, that lingering caress
From the warmth of a child’s awakening grin
And on to the cool of an older man’s distress
I remember puppy dogs and playground slides
Slow summer days and giant waves
Grandma’s hugs and blueberry pies
Monster dairy cows and bumpy tractors hauling hay
Fleeting memories of a childhood rushed by
Pushed by a whisper and a stroke from the fingers of the
wind
The fire of the sun and cool of the moon
Pretty girls laughing and teasing
First loves hungry growl and a kiss ending too soon
Slow walks and long talks and passions found so pleasing
Fleeting memories of a youth rushed by
Pushed by a whisper and a stroke from the fingers of the
wind
Sailing ships off the northern docks
The gifts of children that calmed my rage
Working hard with a drill and a hammer busting rock
Coming home with a puppy dog in a cage
Fleeting memories of a young man’s life rushed by
Pushed by a whisper and a stroke from the fingers of the
wind
Autumn’s come and gone like the fall leaves tumbling from
the sky
Children having children, toy plastic slides and puppy dogs
abound
Grandmas in the kitchen making blueberry pie
And here I am feeling like I’ve lost my power and my ground
Fleeting memories of an older man’s life rushing by
Pushed by a whisper and a stroke from the fingers of the
wind
Gunner ©
