Winds wander
along the valley floor
and up and down the purple mountains,
dressed in frocks with pockets
like gypsies.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
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Freeda Baker Nichols 
Love your poem.
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I love the comparison to gypsies!
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Once we encountered a band of gypsies working the crowd when we were in St. Petersburg Russia. It was quite an experience. I love the comparison to the wind.
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That would not be a good experience. But rich in writing experience. The blue mountains in my photo are of Banner Mountain, where I grew up. No gypsies there. Few travelers along our road at that time.
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Love ‘pockets like gypsys’ Freeda. What a thoughtful creative poem.
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Thank you, Catherine. How’s your website coming along? Is it up and running?
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No lol. I’ve got some old posts uploaded and that it is so far. I’ll have a go later. I’m also stuck on my video course until I buy a headset. I fancy writing a pantoum today before I whizz off to the dentist.
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Get going, then, with the poem now, because your version of it may be different after your dental check! 🙂
lol
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Done it since my comment. Speedy today 🙂
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Good!
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I love the thought of the wandering winds, Freeda. Nice!
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Good morning, Linda Baie! Thanks!
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🙂
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🙂 🙂
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