Friday, October 21, 2011

A Blustery Fall Day


A Blustery Fall Day

On a blustery fall day
The east wind had its say
Scattering the leaves
Dropped by the trees
Blowing them every which way

But the children were smiles
As they raked them in piles
Stealing them from the wind
As they played

The east wind changed its course
Blowing from the west to the north
The children laughed with delight
To see such a sight
And the wind showed little remorse

When the ritual was done;
When evening had begun
The children were fed
And trundled off to bed
Dreaming of their wind scattered fun

©10/21/11Terry Sutherland



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