Where Be The Wind? Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Where be the wind?
Said
The man with the disheveled hair

He asked a Child
Just a Child
of the mischievous eyes

But the Child of the mischievous eyes
Replied and said:
‘I have a bag and
Here be the winds.
What pay you? ’

And then
Took the Poet Seer
His lyre.

‘With a song’
‘Agreed, ’ said the
Child, ’ and I will let
Open the bag a little
For I be responsible’
Then
sung the Poet Seer
Enchanted heavens and
The wayward dusk
And setting sun and
Child of the mischievous eyes