Wild Song
When the wind blows
The quiet things speak.
Some whisper, some clang,
Some creak.
Grasses swish.
Treetops sigh.
Flags slap
and snap at the sky.
Wires on poles
whistle and hum.
Ashcans roll.
Windows drum.
When the wind goes,
suddenly
then,
the quiet things
are quiet again.
Lilian Moore
From 'I Feel the Same Way,' copyright (c)1967, 1995 by Lilian Moore. Used by permission of Marian Reiner for the author.
Correction On Dec. 22, The Home Forum published a poem called "The Wind" as one of the winners in our 1998 young people's poetry contest. It recently came to our attention, however, that the poem was nearly identical to "Wind Song," by Lilian Moore. Ms. Moore's poem appeared in her book "I Feel the Same Way" (Atheneum, 1967). Here is the complete text of Moore's poem:
