The Roaring Wind

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    The wind roars down
    From the mountaintops.
    It roars all night
    And never stops.
    It roars like a lion
    With an aching tooth,
    Like two bears fighting
    In a telephone booth,
    Like a TV western
    With lots of static,
    Like jet planes zooming
    Right through the attic.
    And it’s almost half
    As good for noise,
    Our mother says,
    As two small boys.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Doug Roy