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‘Wind’

By

ROSS MOORE,

aged 11 of Totara Flat School; Westland The Nor’ wind sweeps over the blanket of valley. Menacingly, majestically, swiftly. Tucking hill-side houses into their mountain range blankets. Grasping fingers grab dancing green blades and hurl them about causing violent grassy waves which ripple in the paddocks. Elegant seagulls ride the wind. Like surfers riding surfboards on the back of cresting breakers. Trees cower, trembling from the oncoming giant. Autumn leaves flutter like long lost souls in the strong breeze; Sheep raise their heads slowly and sniff the air, detecting an eerie silence.

Flowers dance in their petal dresses. Suddenly the silence turns to howls and moans, as the wind inspects hollowed acorns. Next the silence is returned. The North wind has come, the North wind has gone.

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https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19870224.2.94.2

Bibliographic details

Press, 24 February 1987, Page 14

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131

‘Wind’ Press, 24 February 1987, Page 14

‘Wind’ Press, 24 February 1987, Page 14