Wind
    Footnotes

    “Wind,” Friend, Mar. 1982, 33

    Wind

    Though I have been in bed for hours,

    I hear the wind still blowing.

    It whispers to my windowpane

    just where it plans on going.

    It runs upon the roof awhile

    and jostles all the trees awake.

    It dances through the garden then

    and gives the fence a good hard shake.

    It rattles at the front door

    and whistles as it races

    Down the street, over the bridge,

    and then to far-off places.

    Illustrated by Karen Sharp