The Wind Poem by David Darbyshire
The Wind
They all seamed in a Hurry
The wind blew up a Fury
As the people Hustled
All the leaves Rustled
The wind had Strength
It blew at great Length
Oh the Intensity
Not much Visibility
Walking at a 40 degree Angle
Dangling like a cheap Bangle
Looking for your Sandal
No way to Light a Candle
Oh those windy Days
Some calm and Sun Rays
That is what I Seek
Cross my fingers maybe next Week
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4/25/2024 2:48:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice choice of words, making the poem more windy. Lovely. Susie.