Feral Winds

He loves the whistle on the plains

when feral winds blow

The feel of sand on a beach between his toes

Loves the postcard beauty

of mountain winter snows

or when spring comes around

and lush hill grass grows

By: J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father,poet,and all around creative soul.

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