Monday, July 8, 2024

Wind Poetic Asides

Hang On!

 

Hang on to your hat,

your skirt, your newspaper.

Hang on to your cat,

your kid, your umbrella.

Tie down your swing set,

your tool shed,

your trailer.

 

The wind sock

sails straight out,

and then, it’s gone!

Grab on to the rail,

as you flap like a flag.

Hang on!

You’re in windy Wyoming.


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