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Tricia La Bella
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Monday 14th December Wind…
We had a couple of poems written this week, and drew upon Bob Dylan’s word around ‘The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind’. Here is our group creation, followed by the other poems and lyrics…

the wind

Thanks Peter for the poem about the wind

So much that wind brings

The senses the taste fo the wind, the smell the feel

It brings so much in its silence

It brings emotion it brings memories

It reminds me of a time in a small plane

Remember the turbulence

We all remember one of those

Bob Dylan’s words about the wind

It helped me wonder… just like the wind

Bob Dylan.. people not seeing.. just like the wind…

Change is in the wind

Change is constant

The wind… it has power

Renewable energy… it’s doing good things

It has purpose…

Nature – the wind is passin through… Thanks Kay

When there is no wind – it is so still

Playing tennis… it really affects my serve!

Without wind you can’t sail…

The wind can affect my game…

The wind can be annoying…

Riding into a head wind… I like to tack the wind…

Fire and wind….

Earth Wind and Fire…

The elements ….

I don’t like gusty windy days… it gives me asthma…

With dust pollen

Wind a friend or a foe…

The fire storm feasted on the wind… thanks Peter for these words…

Marilyn Monroe and the candle in the wind…

The wind Marilyn’s signature…

Is there such thing as horizontal rain?

The wind if strong enough – it can be horizontal rain….

Westerly come in horizontal…

Sand storms too, damage by the wind

Sand can get in anywhere…
The wind seems to have a mind of its own…

Para sailing and hang gliders… the wind is great… but what happens when the wind fails you

The weather is something you have no control over.. the wind is part of the weather… and it can let us down…

Wind – pressure….have you ever had wind…

Bob Dylan, ‘Blowing in the wind’
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must…

Tricia’s poem…
The wind of change…
difficult to hear
The swirl,
Exposed to the unknown
the fear…

The stir in us… but
I love stillness,
I feel the build up
To what…
To life – the energy of reality

Blown away
To where
To where I need to go
To flow and dance
With what is
To the mystery of letting go

Feel it, revel in it, let it take me to the outskirts
The horizon of life
breathe out, blow it out
Like a candle in the wind…