One day, far away,
the wind began to blow
Though it didn’t last long, it was so strong,
the river upstream did flow
Backward bound, the mill unground
flour into wheat
Blown out of the ground. post holes were found
rolling by my feet
They only stopped, when they popped,
so I put them in the pocket of my shirt
But without their stuffing, they’re good for nothing,
they won’t even hold dirt
Flying around, parallel to the ground
the rain struck a cliff made of shale
It soon did make, a vertical lake
held in place by the force of the gale
Then with all it’s might, the wind bent the light,
at right angles I was told
Though still bright, the beam of my flashlight,
buckles at its fold
With nails I pined, the edges of the wind,
so it couldn’t get away
Now I rent the gale, to those who want to sail,
up til this very day