A Windy Day

The wind picks up the soil and gives it back to
My teeth and face.
The wind is always coming at me at 12 o'clock
High.
It is God's mace.
Wind makes my eyes cry,


You can not shut out the wind.
It comes through the window shutters with a
Big roar.
The wind comes through the door.
It comes in uninvited.


A windy day is no fun to me.
My kite always gets tangled in a tree.
On some windy days it is hard to see,
I feel along on a cold windy day.

By Brock