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do WE belong?
by Charlie Morgansanta ana winds whip me into shape,
bending me at the waist, leaning into
each gust i pull-up my windbreaker
escaping each drop of dry rain.
by now they've become texas winds
and carrying as many sad tales
as those told to mexican ninos,
children of a never-ending summer,
when all texas will once again be
handed to the aztecs, pawnee, and
mexican nations as a nod of good-will
toward those who lived, loved, died here. 02/04/2008 Posted on 02/04/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/08 at 08:04 PM Good question. I really like how you've used the santa ana winds specifically in this, and how the wind carries us to the sad tales and the wish of those who lost so much. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/27/09 at 10:19 AM do we belong indeed, I like the imagery in this Charlie, very vivid |
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