When the wind blows <br />In the tops of trees, <br />Singing its familiar song, <br />On the fragrant breeze, <br />The leaves dancing <br />Across the forest lawn, <br />Denuding the trees <br />Til all of them are gone, <br />When the wind blows <br />And chills the bones, <br />We close the heavy doors <br />Gather round the hearthstones, <br />Tell the tales of long ago, <br />Of winters we have passed <br />And heavy drifted snow, <br />When the wind blows <br />And we draw each other near, <br />Whisper our contentment <br />Sweetly in each others ear, <br />So many winds since birth, <br />Blowing gentle and strong, <br />Never cease until the end, <br />And then still blow along. <br />Wild and free our passing mark <br />Then steal away our breath, <br />Across the slumbering soul <br />Carried away quietly in death.<br /><br />Sidney Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-wind-blows-2/
