Poem: Winds on High

Poem: Winds on High

— Music through the breeze of coolness

Hot summer days of high winds

Old Glory dances

Twisting and twirling

Pausing through the breeze

Tree pollen twirling like little snowflakes

Of winter days afar

For summer it is

Refreshing coolness of summer breeze

And shower of rain that is pure.

I was recently ask how did I take the picture of the flag to get it to stay that way? My reply was: The wind — three times until each picture is right.