A Blustery Wind is Blowing
By Christine Crowley, 13th Jan 2012 | Follow this author
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A poem about a very windy day. The birds aren't at the feeders, the trees are bowing almost to the ground.
A Blustery Wind is Blowing
A blustery day is blowing,
I'm glad I'm not outside.
I think I'll turn the heater up,
And here I will abide.
The trees are bowing lowly,
The clouds are moving fast.
The bushes start to shiver,
I hope this doesn't last.
The birds aren't at the feeders,
I hope they're in their nest.
And keeping warm and cozy,
Or at least trying their best.
The horses in the meadow,
Are staying by the hay.
I wish they had a blanket.
They do need one today.
This day is very cloudy,
I look outside and say.
Will spring time please come quickly.
I can not wait for May.
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15th Jan 2012 (#)
A windy day stirs the child within me...love your poem:0)
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