Whistle
I spent some little time yesterday under the Prose column talking about Westerns - movies and TV, not books. In the interests of using the existing tabs on this page to best advantage, I have decided that movies and TV are appropriate for Prose. Music, when the muse alights, will be dealt with under Poetry.
That being said, today's offering, although entitled "Whistle," is actually a poem.
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Before man came to blow it right
The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught.