As I opened the door to the block of flats this morning the first sound which reached my ears was that of the breeze in the trees. As I sit here typing away I can still hear the wind as it blusters away shaking the leaves of the trees in the garden below my window.

The wind brings to mind the power of nature. Nature was here long before we humans appeared on the sceene and she will remain long after we are gone. Often, when I hear the wind I am reminded of A E Housman’s poem, “On Wenlock Edge” in which the poet uses the wind in the trees to show the linkages between the generations. Once the Roman would look upon the trees tossing in the wind and now it is Housman’s generation who see the trees moving in the breeze. The same thoughts which hurt the Roman as he looked upon the wood now hurt the present generation who look upon Wenlock Edge. I’ve quoted this poem before but I make no apology for sighting it again


“On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

‘Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
‘Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.

Then, ’twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.

There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.

The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, ’twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.”

On listening to the wind I am also reminded of the narrator of Wuthering Heights, Lockwood as he lies in nightmarish sleep, in a chamber in Wuthering Heights listening to the wind outside which brings into his nightmare the voice of Catherine Linton as she moans in a voice which is almost a part of the wind to be let in.

I love the sunshine but I also enjoy the sheer power of the wind as it threshes the trees.  



About kevinmorris101

I live and work in London and blog as a hobby. If you would like to contact me please send an email to animalia at (the address is rendered in this manner in order to try and defeat spammers)!
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