I Write Poetry

Windy Days


Windy days are best of all
They help to cool the heat
They stir the leaves upon the ground
Make them dance to a happy beat

Children hurry on windy days
For they know the time is right
Kids of all ages rush to the park
And smile as the breeze lifts each kite

Tumbleweeds tumble, pushed by the wind
They rush across wide open spaces
I'm sure they all must be grinning
As the wind takes to unknown places

Little birds leap in the air
They soar on the strength of the wind
They rise to the clouds as eagles have done
And hope that they never descend

Young ladies often go out in the wind
They stroll round with hardly a care
They know that the wind can flatter
As it lifts and brushes their hair

So don't look for me on windy days
I'll be on a mission covert
I'm out where the young ladies stroll
Hoping the breeze lifts a skirt (or two)