Wind in the Country

Wind in the Country

In the country I heard the wind

Coming over the granite hills,

Shaking leaves,

Flattening grass,

Hissing in my face,

Shaking me,

Trying to bend me.

“I will flatten you like grass,”

The wind said.

“Not today,” I replied.

“I heard you coming.”

February 8, 2001, at the lake

Revised Feb. 23, 2005