Windy Day

This galloping jumping blustery day
 Whistling tumbling running away,
Stopping for no one ready to pass
 Blowing the trees and bending the grass,
Over the meadows, around all the trees,
 There's no where it's blowing not very fast,
Sparrows they bumble and tumble around
 Circles they make just like an old clown,
Upwards and sideways,backwards and all
 Where ever you go its been there before,
Leaves from the trees are blowing around
 They're up to your knees all over the ground,
It's nice to wander and scatter away
 This thunderous wondrous windy day.


                                 Tony