Treasure Island

James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The Wind


The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand
And said that he'd kill and kill,
And so he will and so he will.

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010
Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012

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