They Call the Wind Mariah
By Kathy Armijo
They call the wind Mariah
It speaks of turbulence
And speaks of dyin’
Mariah is singing here, today
The wind chimes are a clangin’
The leaves, they are a flyin’
Inside the house
You hear her woeful sound
Mariah, Mariahhhh
It bangs the trees against the house
Speaking of her mightiness
Mariah, Mariaaahhhhhh
And when she’s finally said her piece
She fondly bids to us “Adieu”
Until the next time I visit you
Adieu, Adieuuuu
Mariah, Mariah
Mariahhhhh. Adieu
God Bless
Michelle~
It sounds like you are having some
kind of wind storms!
I love your poem and the song just
Compliments your words beautifully!!
Love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star
Great haunting write...
Christine :)
Dee
Love Tinka
michael
Love,
Eileen
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Always associated that song with the rough times where you word and a handshake was more worth than a signed paper, and where the wind always came with a promise of something better for tomorrow...
Georg
nice...
Art Sun...
Be safe,
Karen
Larry
Walt
One feels the breeze calling Mariah...such a lonesome sound...beautifully penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.