Fri 1/2/2009 5:36 PM
Night Plains and the Wind
Twas a winter night yet again on the plains,
And I sat in my house a 'listenin' to the wind.
The wind from the north blows and blows
Ne'er will it stop at this time of year
Everything blows and bends and bends as it blow.
The great north wind on the plains . . . they blow!
Stronger and stronger at times it sings
and whistles through the screens and around
The corners of the house
Singing its song of a night wind song
The leaves all dead and blowing along
The streets as they twist and turn along
On the prairie at night, the winds go along
Pushing down the grass toward the south in the fields
The winds blow and the trees creek and bend on their knees
As the great north wind doth blow.
The rabbit listens and perks his head for the sound
Of a night hunter after him and ducks into the safety of his hole
Away from the fox and the owl.
The little birds cuddle close in the bush with some
Year Round green leaves left on.
Hid in safety from some of the wind
The little night owl snares a rat
Wings his way back to his habitat
To eat and then sit on the limb he sleeps on and howls and hoots
The rest of the night away into day.
When morning comes and finally warmth from the sun
The north wind lies down with the temperatures frozen.
No one knows what the wind hath seen,
But the tell tale signs of winter are left behind!
The tall grasses leaned over toward the south
Some tree limbs broken and part of a barn is missing.
Lay low you wiley fox
Let winters sun warm whats left from the night
And take away your chill and ill will.
Quiet yourself and lay low some more
The poor birds can't stand much more.
The warmth of the sun lights the way
Where mankind can't go nor know the way.
To where the old north wind lays for the day.
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