A Windy Day

It started off with a breeze a bit,
As the wind howled deeper into it;
It blew and blew a gale at least;
Of men of told who are now all deceased.
An eerie presence like a spirit on heat,
Screeching and screaming and chilling my feet;
The branches move and some do break;
A tree will fall and make no mistake.
The leaves are swept from street to street,
As a town will turn and stop the people who meet;
The paper fly up and around and about,
As frustration torments in a wind of doubt.
The clouds pass by without question and go,
And the sun is darkened but there's light to know;
Cars whistling but with a bit of a sway,
But the winds still comforting in its own precious way.
A plane up there no need to care,
It's high above all that windy air;
The motor boats speed on the distant bay,
The wind is still blowing and will blow all day.
The fire is warming and crackling a spark,
As the night moves in and it's getting dark;
The smoke stream of f in the distance there,
As the windy day dies down into cold night air.
Signed,
Done its own thing