Wind's Playful Antics Poem by Walterrean Salley
Wind's Playful Antics
It often whistles
And sings a song
With eerie sounds
As it goes along
It flipped my hair,
Shoved me around, .
And even pushed me
To the ground.
But that's the wind.
What can I say?
Be mindful of
Its playful way.
©
Whistling wind can sure blow you down, watched the wind surfers today and like your last line sure did play, thanks foe a slice of nature...regards
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4/26/2024 9:28:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a neat little poem, really like it.