THE WIND by Isabel Sutton (10 years old)
I don’t know where the wild wind blows.
Or where it might fly away and go.
Where it might take me, nobody knows.I don’t know where the wild wind blows.
Over the seas, over the land.
Across the deserts, wearing the sand.
The spectacular breeze is awfully grand.I don’t know where the wild wind blows.
Or where it might fly away and go.
Where it might take me, nobody knows.
This has been sent in by local song-writing poet Vinny Shepherd on behalf of his friend’s daughter Isabel from Hedon.
Well done Isabel, congratulations on a wonderful poem. One of our Wednesday Writers.
When isobars are close together
Be sure there will be windy weather;
And if those isobars get closer
The gales will come, “O lacrymosa!”
Love your poem, Isabel. It’s so appropriate for the weather we’ve been experiencing. Keep up the writing!