He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, <br />He steals the down from the honeybee, <br />He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, <br />He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. <br />Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, <br />Whistling, howling, rainy wind, <br />North, South, East and West, <br />Each is the wind I like the best. <br /> <br />He calls up the fog and hides the hills, <br />He whirls the wings of the great windmills, <br />The weathercocks love him and turn to discover <br />His whereabouts -- but he's gone, the rover! <br />Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, <br />Whistling, howling, rainy wind, <br />North, South, East and West, <br />Each is the wind I like the best. <br /> <br />The pine trees toss him their cones with glee, <br />The flowers bend low in courtesy, <br />Each wave flings up a shower of pearls, <br />The flag in front of the school unfurls. <br />Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, <br />Whistling, howling, rainy wind, <br />North, South, East and West, <br />Each is the wind I like the best.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-64/
