Poem

Poem for February 27

Windy World

I am the Wind,

And you’d better watch out!

I can run, I can fly,

I can whistle and shout.

I can tap on your window

And howl at your door,

Tug on your coattails,

Bellow and roar.

But in March I’m the loudest;

Look out for my might!

For when you’re not looking

I’ll steal your new kite.

                                                      Jean Conder Soule