The Wind

They all seamed in a Hurry
The wind blew up a Fury
As the people Hustled
All the leaves Rustled

The wind had Strength
It blew at great Length
Oh the Intensity
Not much Visibility

Walking at a 40 degree Angle
Dangling like a cheap Bangle
Looking for your Sandal
No way to Light a Candle

Oh those windy Days
Some calm and Sun Rays
That is what I Seek
Cross my fingers maybe next Week

by David Darbyshire

Comments (2)

A nice choice of words, making the poem more windy. Lovely. Susie.
Wonderful rhyme. Good job Dave Patricia