Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Wind by Maud M. Johnson

The wind is very busy,
He's sweeping with might and main;
He's sweeping the clouds from the 
stormy sky
So that it shall not rain.

He's sweeping up the leaves
That littered the country lane;
And now he sweeps with delicious breath
The dust from my tired brain. 

Maud M. Johnson.

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