Canyon Wind Poem by Jane Johnson

In the early morning, long before I rise,
the wind screams down Red Canyon,
I hear it’s mournful cries.

It presses round the cabin door begging to get in.
It howls and moans in low sad tones as round the rocks it spins.

It misses you my darling, you’ve been away so long.
When the wind can’t find you, the rocks sing out your song.

Blow him home oh canyon wind, blow him home today.

Wind races down the mountain and out across the plain,
It shakes our little cabin and then moves on again.

I picture you beside me, I’m wrapped within your arms,
the howling wind is like a friend, we’re sheltered safe and warm.

Blow him home oh canyon wind, blow him home today.

I fear you’re cold and lonely, no shelter from the storm.
Blow him home oh canyon wind, keep him safe from harm.