When the wind is strong, <br />And the leaves blow by, <br />Trash cans blow over, <br />Dust is in your eyes. <br /> <br />Your hair blows around, <br />Every which way. <br />And you look like a mop, <br />By the end of the day. <br /> <br />Birds cancel their flights, <br />And hide in the trees. <br />This is some kind of gale, <br />Not some gentle breeze. <br /> <br />Then the best place there is, <br />To locate a smile, <br />Is with a book and your bed, <br />Curled up like a child. <br /> <br />12/1/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-wind-is-strong/
