Mischief.
Whistling landward here we come
Planning mischief, bent on fun.
Let's rip off doors, or chimney pots
Whip up dust and blast treetops.
Lift girls' skirts and old ladies' hats.
Chase the dogs and frighten cats.
Let's tangle shirts on washing lines.
Rock all boats and swing on signs.
Try squalls to snap kites from string.
Us winds adore a mad March fling.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Oooooooo Fay we must be psychically in tune. I've literally just posted a windy poem!!! I enjoyed yours very much
LOVE IT love it love it! I have just read Saxon Crow's windy piece and i am well in the mood for the blustery bustle.
What sheer joy your poem is today. You REALLY capture the excitement of the wind. As did Saxon's writing today, this brought back childhood adventure and zest to my imagination.
Your poem is one which I know would delight Children all over - and not just the young one's LOL.
Yes, a MUST for my favourites. Thank you.
You have blown me away Fay. Love your blustery poem.
Ex animo, Alan
A fine write Fay.
Super stuff Fay.
Der Wind, der Wind, das himmlische Kind! Your poem really is full of mischief. Like it lot.
Oh, this is such a fun little piece. Aptly titled... Very much enjoyed it.
Wonderful write Fay, that wind can be very tormenting at times.
Andy
More magic than a magicians wotsits
warming on a windowsill midwinter .. this is a super post dear Fay .. in fact I was quite blown away by it...…
Neville
Ah - merci mon ami and more so for this breezy comment wobbling with wubble-yous- - dunno how wotsits sit on a windowsill though but might try that one wet afteroon - -- ha ha .......... x
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