This is the post that whistles when the wind blows just right.
A deep earthy tone that sounds sort of flat.
I want to take a tuner down and find out exactly what note it sings.
Sometimes I'll hear it from the house when the wind is chuffing down the hill in bursts; it's low repetitive notes calling to me.
What other desires could you have than to run in the grass and splash in the stream? It asks.
But I have yet to be able to run down and dance in it's song.
The Bird Woman needs help weeding, or finding her medication.
My daughter just woke up.
Dinner needs to be made and eaten before Wheel of Fortune comes on.
I know that the post is patient.
It will be waiting, singing whenever the wind comes down the hill.
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