☂A Great Read!

Well if you remember I was reading this book called Who Has Seen The Wind. I finished it and I loved it! It didn't really have any real drama or a real plot or purpose (that makes it sound bad!) But it was really interesting seeing the world through a little boy's eyes. He is not a little boy throughout the entire book but for a large part of it he is. My favorite part was the description of the wind at the end of the book. The quote does not reveal the ending so I am going to post it. This is really the only part of the book that is written like this. I think it sounds like a poem! But it just makes you want to think. "The day greys, its light withdrawing from the winter sky till just the prairie's edge is luminous. At one side of the night a farm dog barks; another answers him. A coyote lifts his howl, his throat-line long to the dog-nose pointing out the moon. A train whoops to the night, the sound dissolving slowly. High above the prairie, platter-flat, the wind wings on, bereft and wild its lonely song. It ridges drifts and liks their ripples off; it smoothens crests, piles snow against the fences. The tinting green of Northern Lights slowly shades and fades against the prairie nights, dying here, imperceptibly reborn over there. Light glows each evening where the town lies; a hiving sound is there, with now and hten some sound distinct and separate in the night: a shout, a woman's laugh. Clear- truant sounds. As clouds' slow shadows melt across the prairie's face, more nights slip darkness over. Light then dark, then light again. Dau then night, then day again. A meadow lark sings and it is spring. And summer comes. A year is done. Where spindling poplars lift there dusty leaves and wild sunflower's stare, the gravestones stand among the prairie grasses. Over then a rapt and endless silence lies. The soil is rich. ... The wind turns in silent frenzy upon itself, whirling into a smoking funnel, breathing up topsoil and tumbleweed skeletons to carry them on it's spinning way over the prairie, out and out to the far line of the sky." W.O. Mitchell (Who Has Seen The Wind)

yours,

a dancer.