The Fingers of the Wind

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

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