Josie Whitehead’s Poems
By Josie Whitehead
Did you hear Mr Wind as he shook the wind chimes?
When he rattled the door, and blew the pub signs?
Did you hear him scream as he chased over hills?
And he laughed as he blew over the gold daffodils.
He tussled with hedges and then rustled the trees
He twirled the windmills and danced over seas.
He whirled and he twirled in a magical dance .
But to see Mr Wind there’s no possible chance.
The poor little clouds all ran hither and thither,
And even Mum’s washing got all in a dither.
His wild working fingers have tousled your hair,
He played teasing games without even a care.
He’s tangled the sheets, and mangled the wheat –
And the rubbish he’s blown all over the street.
He’s whipped round the corner, blown over a bin –
And if you saw Mr Wind, he’d be wearing a grin.
He’s cheeky and sneaky, he’s loud and he’s proud.
He’s watching the world from high up in the clouds.
Our earth would be strange if he just went away.
How we’d miss Mr Wind and the strange games he plays.
Copyright 2006