Driving the Wind from the Peaks

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Poem by: HJ Dion

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: HJ Dion

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Genre: Poetry

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Driving the Wind from the Peaks is a poem about growing old and the choices we make.

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Driving the Wind from the Peaks is a poem about growing old and the choices we make.

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Submitted: January 29, 2013

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Submitted: January 29, 2013

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Driving the Wind from the Peaks

Sometimes when we grow old

We become like small stones hiding in the earth,

Or we become like a fond memory that lost its way,

Or we become the opposite of what we wanted,

Contradicting our own dreams,

Losing our reason for living

Like fallen leaves that swirl in circles

And then move in no particular direction with no particular purpose

Other than waking unassisted with the morning light.

Sometimes when we grow old

We become like mountains bursting from the earth,

Powered by our own heartbeat,

Lusting for tomorrow,

Working hard to drive the wind from the peaks

So we can create our own spectacular reason for waking.

Sometimes when we grow old

Our decision making gets tangled with the past

And we miss the friends and lovers

Who passed before our eyes into the darkness of history.

Sometimes when we grow old

We distort our thinking and forget that our children,

The genetic strings of our biology,

Will also grow old

And will also make similar decisions

About how their genetic strings will remember them

As hiding stones or fallen leaves or bursting mountains

Or as someone who was hell bent to drive the wind from the peaks.

Sometimes when we grow old

We distort our thinking and forget that our children,

The genetic strings of our biology,

Will also grow old

And will also make similar decisions

About how their genetic strings will remember them

As hiding stones or fallen leaves or bursting mountains

Or as someone who was hell bent to drive the wind from the peaks.


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