Tempests that howl over chimneypots <br />No words whispering Mary <br />Not a single name not a single verse in rhyme <br />That traffic light didn't turn blue <br />The wind didn't say anything at all this time. <br /> <br />Another time, another age, the wind <br />Played with us but now its through <br />Now there is nothing left to murmur <br />The wind doesn't whisper Mary <br /> <br />The urban lights twinkle and glow <br />Wet dark streets decay and buildings grow <br />Bombs splatter and fields decay <br />But that for most of us is far, far away. <br /> <br />The wind doesn't whisper Mary <br />But its true, we are still staggering along <br />The road is long, the wind is strong <br />But doesn't whisper the words of that song <br />And the wind doesn't cry out <br />Mary<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-doesn-t-cry-mary/
