Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE WIND'S WHIMS, by GRACE MILDRED OLSEN


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THE WIND'S WHIMS, by                    
First Line: Look how a delicate poplar bends to the gale
Last Line: Youth bends, but it is faithless age that breaks.
Subject(s): Wind; Youth


Look how a delicate poplar bends to the gale.
The stouter maple only waves each limb;
It does not follow every breeze's whim
As do the younger trees who look so frail.
The maple will not bend, though branches flail,
Because it is so strong and feels so prim.
Let young ones ride the blast with all their vim.
Why should a stout tree fall when winds prevail?

Youth rides depression's cyclone, weak and broke;
He conquers every fear he meets, and so,
When tempest rages, a living faith awakes,
Runs in his veins like sap. The older folk
Rely on their own strength, yet when winds blow,
Youth bends, but it is faithless age that breaks.





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