The High Winds Of Home

I love a wind like the high winds of
home,
Straightaway winds that do nothing
but blow;
Day and night, night and day, sunset
or dawn,
Freezing winds, burning winds,
gray winds and red.

Winds of the desert that sweep the
long plains,
Sand choke the rivers and dry up
the wells,
Blind the thin moon on her desolate
trail^___
Time and the wind^___the wind and
the sands.

Bitter the winds are, the high winds
of home,
Truthful and bitter and keen as a
blade,
Bitter as love are the high winds
of home,
Truthful as hate are the high winds
of home.

^__Elizabeth N. Barr.

The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)
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