WIND ON THE PLAINS
The wind whispers secrets
Across the vast, open plains,
Carrying stories of old,
Of warriors and their pains.

It sways the tall grasses,
And dances with the trees,
A gentle caress that is
Both tender and wild—
Nature’s breath of freedom.

Sometimes it roars,
A fierce companion,
Bending the world’s bow,
As though calling forth
The spirits of the ancients.

• Bessie Head