Wind, wind, go away!
Far away to sea and sail,
Set your plague far at bay,
Pester others with your gale.
Wind, wind, howl no more!
On this dusty earth of red;
Find a place far from shore
Make a sail your lofty bed.
Wind, wind, O please abate!
Do not crush my little home,
Remove far from this state,
And give regard to my poem.
~ Johanna
Feeling annoyed?
ReplyDeleteHaha, yes! The wind has been flinging open doors, shaking my house, and blowing on my head when I try to sleep. But... I'm not really annoyed, just sort of 'play annoyed' - and it was fun to write a little poem about that beastly wind. ;)
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