Pleasant Breeze
There’s nothing like a pleasant breeze to lift your spirits first thing in the morning.
Here in Colorado we’ve reached that time of year when we can open the windows in the morning and let the pleasant breezes waft through the house. And it isn’t just the breezes that lift you up…it’s also the lilting sounds of birdsongs, chirping squirrels, and a variety of other outdoor music.
Lately I’ve been sharing poems I wrote many years ago, and today I’ll be adding one called “Pleasant Breeze”. I was living in Kansas at the time I wrote it, but I think you’d be hard-pressed to find any indication of that in the words. I guess I was whisking myself away for a mental vacation. Anyway…I hope you enjoy…
Pleasant Breeze
The island’s gentle zephyr
Ran its fingers through the sand.
The epitome of friendly winds
Must have held onto its hand.
Did you know the Lord supplies it
From a corner of the sky
So the people of the world
Can it enjoy it by and by?
Tie your hair up with some velvet…
Stroll a year or maybe ten
In the shadow of a zephyr…
You’ll stroll back and forth again.
And nevermore will you be blue.
Evermore be merriment.
Make no mention of the money
Or the time you must have spent.
And try not to be an island
In an air of all alone,
Because even with a zephyr
You’d be no more than a stone.
Gentle wind please come again…
Blow and flow just as you please.
Every island, every person
Needs your lovely, pleasant breeze.
© Copyright Tony Funderburk 1973
Your whimsical writer,