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Like the West Wind
They blow when they blow, there is no why,
they just do
Sometimes their caress is warm and fragrant,
sometimes it is cold and stinging
Sometimes their strength is such that it can pick you up
and carry you giggling and laughing,
as you fly free as a bird!
Sometimes their strength is such
that it pounds you into the ground relentlessly,
leaving you scrambling for shelter
as you scream into the wind for it to stop.
Sometimes it blows with a pleasing symmetry,
gracefully scything through the wheat fields,
rippling them like a gentle wave.
Sometimes it blows like a circular maelstrom,
a vast hurricane, splintering people
and families into a million shards of despair.
Sometimes it goes away for a long time,
long enough so that we think it is safe
to emerge from ourshelters
to rebuild the scattered debris of our lives.
Then out of nowhere,
The funnel clouds appear, greenish-black
over a flat Kansas plain, swooping down
And menacing us as we drop everything
and run into the root cellar.
Sometimes the wind is our enemy,
sometimes it is our friend.
But it is always there,
whispering softly at times,
a gale-force gnashing, at others.
It has been here before us
and it will be here after we are gone.
All we can do is construct our towers
as a bulwark to protect what we hold dear.
And look over the ramparts,
waiting for the west wind, waiting...
John E. Daley, 1996
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.