Book of Poems

Riddle

Pure white spinning round and round

Not for washing not for brushing

Not for cleaning clothes or teeth

These dancers of wind sway so sweet

Their arms so wide

Arching high and to the sky

No legs no head no trunk nor feet

They simply keep their steady beat

Blowing winds thru canyons steep

Man's invention,

So man may heat and freeze and eat

But nature's breath of power so deep

Is her own to share or keep

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