The Way the Wind Blows
Somewhere out there,
The western wind is blowing,
All my life I felt the tug,
It's as if I had a knowing,
The way the wind was blowing,
That was where I was going,
My heart knew when that west wind blew,
Leading me towards you,
Visions of prairie grass waving,
Beckoning me onwards homeward bound,
Somewhere out there I managed to hear the sound,
Of the west wind blowing,
Homeward bound,
Following the wind, blowing me to you.
Donna Layne Roberts
March 1, 1996
Copyright 1996
