The Wind by Michael Alexander, of Thorney
The wind she is a playful child
Around the city she wanders wild
Bowling paper cups along
And rustling leaves to her own song
Beneath loose roof tiles she likes to peek
And through an open window sneak
Down the chimney and through a bin
Or in the corner in a spin
She'll travel miles across the land
Toying with anything to hand
Twisting twirling with such zest
Then in the calm she'll lie and rest
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Last Updated:
18 April 2008 3:01 PM
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Location:
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