As you lay in bed pursuing sleep <br />Can you hear the wind down in the street <br />Chasing leaves, and garbage cans <br />Howling like a thousand fans <br /> <br />The sound increases, then it soars <br />Rattling windows, banging doors <br />Shaking bushes till they bend <br />You wonder will it ever end <br /> <br />Like some mischievous wayward child <br />Untamed, unleashed and running wild <br />To cause distraction, if you please <br />Or rip like thunder through the tree's <br /> <br />Then just as quick it fades away <br />To where I really cannot say <br />My blankets crumpled in a heap <br />I finally drift off into sleep.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-11/
