In The Wind
I Call This Poem “In The Wind”:
I went outside to stand in the wind.
And to feel the sun on my face again.
Oh how the wind blows the leaves all around.
I try to catch them, before they touch the ground.
The black crows they soar ’up into the sky.
Some soar low and some soar high.
Now and again there comes a big gust.
There are some that are clean.
And some swirl with dust.
Then I’ll just sit and gather leaves instead.
Then later I’ll rake them up, to make me a bed.
To bury my legs and my arms in deep.
While I enjoy the warm sun, as I fall asleep.
I love it when there are days like these.
If only I could have them whenever I please.j