F.2 - Poem 10

The Wind - Arlea H. Howell - Listen

The wind was blowing soft one day.

I said, ¡§Hi, wind! Please come and play.¡¨

He gently tossed my kite around

And blew my hat along the ground.


The next day I went out to find

My friend the wind was not so kind.

He tore my kite and, naughty he,

Blew my hat up in a tree.


Some days we get along just fine

But some days he's no friend of mine.