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Fri, 17 Oct 2008
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 Charlie loves this poem, it reminds him of all the time the wind became a bit of a pest.
> Charlie did chuckle when he
read this poem, for many times when they stopped at
a certain town or city and the big top was about to
go up! There would be bedlam when the wind was in
an angry mood and insisted on trying to blow the
Circus Tent down, whilst the men were trying to
erect it. This little poem is about the day the
wind woke up in a very angry
mood...
 THE MARCH
WIND
The sun one
morning rose to find the wind was fiercely
blowing;
"He is out of sorts today," he said
"His temper it is showing.
When I am angry, I
hide my face behind a grey cloud curtain,
But
Brother Wind, when he's put out will fret and fume
for certain."
The Wind, who heard, then
shook himself, and with a rush and bluster, 
He tore
away o'er field and town in such a state of
fluster!
A chimney pot was in his path so down
he quickly hurled it;
A slate was loose on a
high Church roof, off with a gust he whirled
it!
He shook from the hedge the tender buds,
and nipped the early flowers;
He tugged at
deeply rooted trees, and threw down garden
bowers.
He hurried along a gentle brook then
broke its bridge to splinters;
And shattered the
sails of our old windmill he'd turned for many
winters.
Then down in the town, through
alley and court, with boisterous rush he
ventured;
He found every crevice and crack and
through the quickly entered.
He sent the
children's hats and caps along the streets a
flying;
And whisked the clothes from off the
lines, where they were hung a-drying!
Posted 17:08
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