A Light And Fair Wind's Blowing

Come, boy, and let us run
And soak up all this lovely sun.
Let no one dictate where we’re going,
For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.

The fields are gold and grand today.
They call with faerie voice and say,
“Children come, put down your sewing,
For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.”

Come, girl, and dance and sing,
And join our hands in merry ring.
For the world all her delights are showing,
And soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.

The trees are tall and great with leaf.
Let us bind them up in kingly wreath.
The sky is bright, the flowers glowing
And soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing!

by Sophia White

Comments (3)

Your title is so lyrical and inviting. And I like your philosophy of living. 'Let no one dictate where we’re going, For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.' Truly rings with an invitation from the Appalachian Mountains.
Very nice. I wish I had your facility with rhyme and meter. Every line seems natural and perfectly shaped, never forced like some rhyming verse. I find rhymed poetry the most difficult to write. Excellent work (and thank you also for your generous comment about my haiku) .
A remarkably colourful piece about enjoying nature and everything she brings with her - to come away once in a while and just let her take a hold of you. A refreshing read. - K.