Poetry Pleases: A Welcoming Wind
Fred Simonds writes of a wind which greets returning sailors with its sweet salt breath.
A welcoming wind I know, differing from other winds,
Because it smells of honey, gorse and heather,
Yet of the sea, salt.
And when its soft, though tangy, scent assails
My astonished senses,
My whole being feels…anticipation.
I knew this wind first off Plymouth Sound,
But since have sensed its charm from other parts
Of Britain’s sea-swept coast.
From Whitby and the Bay of Robin Hood,
From Pembroke’s shores and from the Firth of Clyde,
Wherever busy bees on wild flowers feed,
And isobars direct the wind hospitably
Towards returning sailors,
To greet them with the sweet, salt breath
Of Britain’s coastal countryside and home.
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