<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Summer's Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be weary, Lord of the summer wind, <br>Lord of the heat that you blow in, <br>Away with flowers, land and trees, <br>To stay them not, least all the trees.<br>Listen to this, all that I say, <br>Our land does die, and drift away.<br>Our living born upon the wind, <br>All of ours, and those of friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we called upon the leave-filled wind, <br>The autumn one, of which were friends.<br>This wind of cool and gentle hand, <br>Not like the wind that stole our land.<br>And the heat did melt into the leaves, <br>And turned them colors from the trees.<br>Then the leave-filled wind bore them away, <br>And upon the land, they came to stay.<br>And stayed them there, till land-hard cold, <br>And then the land, the leaves they stole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after the harsh cold wind had blown, <br>And living soil again was sown, <br>Summer's wind came again to prey, <br>Upon our lands, most every day.<br>But our living land, the leaves did save, <br>And the summer's wind did blow away, <br>Never to re-live, the seasons day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cool soft wind now blows so free, <br>Upon the land, and through the trees.<br>All through the people, and over me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sandra+Osborne">Sandra Osborne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574238" data-title="Summer's Wind de Sandra Osborne" data-description="Be weary, Lord of the summer wind, Lord of the heat that you blow in, Away with flowers, land and trees, To stay them not, least all the trees. Listen to this, all that I say, Our land does die, and drift away. Our living born upon the wind, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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