Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Windchimes by my Window. I loved sailing as a young man-- The invisible power of the wind, moving a vehicle. I also flew kites as a child. One was so large it nearly lifted my brother off the ground! On our frozen lake in the winter, I sail skated with a gigantic kite held on my shoulder. Often as I conducted my field work in Wyoming-- I raised two or three kites simultaneously, tied to my van. With a quieter life on my farm,but still with wind, I collected windchimes--always lovely, each very different. I sit outside under the tree which,now large, Was one of my mother's living Christmas trees, Enjoying the chorus of chimes as I read and pen my thoughts.. Also, as I am doing right now, I awake very early to write, Listening to my family of chimes outside my window-- Remembering all of my life's encounters with the wind. Frank Maurer 8 November 2023 0545 Hours.