The Wind

Did you ever wonder what it is

that “nips” at you and me?

That blows your hat right off your head?

Well ... it’s the wind, you see.

It howls and growls all winter,

its angry voice implies,

That it will be around a while,

at least ’til winter dies.

The wind can dance and it can sing,

it doesn’t skip a beat,

It has a kind of humming sound,

while whirling ’round your feet.

It turns umbrellas inside out

and whirls the paper all about;

It chants a sort of rhythmic beat

as leaves go skipping down the street.

It stings your face and bites your nose, and

sometimes even hurts your toes.

It stands your hair right up on end,

and causes towering trees to bend.

You try to walk in backward,

to fight off windy gusts,

But even then your clothing flaps

with every windy thrust.

The flags depend upon it,

to keep them flying high

So everyone can see them

wave as they go passing by.

When it is strong and gusty,

you want to run and hide;

The wind is kind of fun to watch -

when you are safe inside!

Shirley Binkley

Cedar View Apartments

South Whitehall