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Fri, 17 Oct 2008
Charlie loves this poem, it reminds him of all the time the wind became a bit of a pest.

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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!
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