Winds



Winds

Winds :

There’s a wind that blows over summer days,
And the clouds go chasing, chasing.

There’s a wind that blows over wintry ways,
And the rains come racing, racing.

There’s a wind that blows over midnight hours,
And the stars keep blinking, blinking.

There’s a wind that blows over morning flowers,
And the dew lies winking, winking.

There’s a wind that blows over city mills,
And the smokes go hurrying after.

There’s a wind that blows over grassy hills,
And the children dance to its laughter.

Isabel M. Laird


Winds :

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