A Poem For Today.

[Tilly2]

A WINDY DAY

This wind brings all dead things to life,

Branches that lash the air like whips

And dead leaves rolling in a hurry

Or peering in a rabbits’ bury

Or trying to push down a tree;

Gates that fly open to the wind

And close again behind,

And fields that are a flowing sea

And make the cattle look like ships;

Straws glistening and stiff

Lying on air as on a shelf

And pond that leaps to leave itself;

And feathers too that rise and float,

Each feather changed into a bird,

And line-hung sheets that crack and strain;

Even the sun-greened coat,

That through so many winds has served,

The scarecrow struggles to put on again.

Andrew Young.

Off out to get my head blown off!

[Rosie29]

I really liked that Tilly. The rhythm of it makes me think of gusts of wind. Hope you don't get blown away - think I'll put some washing out :-)