Lavender

Jun 02, 2025 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

North Wind's Daughter

Whatcha' thinkin', Southern Wind,
blowin' through the trees, chagrined?
Stirrin' all the cherry blossoms,
rearin' up noses of 'possums.

Whatcha' carryin' this way?
Sea salt from the southern bay?
In your voice, I hear the call
of the seagull; sharp, yet small.

How I long to grasp your hand,
ride your current, touch the sand
by the ocean, beloved sea.
My Old Chum, please carry me

to the edge of wave and earth,
somehow, feel my soul's rebirth.
Whatcha' thinkin', Southern Friend?
Help this land-locked spirit mend.

Remember me, the North Wind's Daughter.
How I need warm healin' water.
Let me soar where dolphins roam.
Southern Wind, please take me home.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

kowque

3 weeks 1 day ago

Im always awed

By poets who rhyme.
I found the last bit ironic...asking the south...to take you back to the north. Very clever and unexpected

Lavender

3 weeks 1 day ago

Hello, Koki,

Always good to see you! Thanks for reading and commenting!
L

Geezer

3 weeks 1 day ago

where home is, that Southern wind is fresh, coming in off the ocean. When I was in the southern part of the country, [Louisiana] you could smell the ocean from as far away as the little trailer park I was living in, [Love's Trailer Park], every time there was a storm coming in. This reminded me of those long-ago days, and I can still smell that salt air. The line:
Watcha carryin' this way. could be: Watcha carryin' [thisa] way? Purely to keep the rhythm. Nice stuff, thanks for the memories,
~ Geez.
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Lavender

3 weeks 1 day ago

Hello, Geezer,

Sometimes I just need to sit by the ocean and let my thoughts float about. Being land-locked, it's mostly a dream. The air is absolutely wonderful, like you said. I'll check out your fine suggestion - it gives a smooth feeling.
Thank you, as always!
L

Candlewitch

2 weeks 5 days ago

the elements

of wind and water are always of interest to me ;) You have combined them as partners in your lovely poem.I find this piece enchanting, as ever you are! I am always eager to read your work as my mind is hungry for a fresh new perspective on any subject.

respect and love, Cat xxx

Lavender

2 weeks 5 days ago

Hello, Cat,

I am always grateful for your time and thoughts!

Lxx

Unca Fez

2 weeks 1 day ago

Nice Memory

As someone who has spent most of his life in the north (Wisconsin and Minnesota) but has spent time on a southern beach as a young boy, the longing for those days of sand and warmth that this poem conveys takes me back to the search for sand dollars and crabs.

Thanks for the reminder.

Steve

Lavender

1 week 6 days ago

Hello, Steven!

I thought I responded to your kind comments, but I must have not hit "save" correctly. Sorry for the delay!

I'm glad this brought back happy memories!

Thank you!