Treasure Island

Elia Michael


Blow Wind Blow


Blow wind blow, blow the autumn leaves around
Blow and make them swirl high from the low ground
Make them dancing dervishes in the air
Let them revel without a single care
Blow wind blow, blow the lofty trees about
Blow, blow and make their branches loudly shout
And the leaves to shake so violently
And let them drop their leaves in a flurry

As leaves hurry to join the swirling dance
I gaze upon them as if in a trance
They dance here they dance there and everywhere
Choreographies in the atmosphere

The wind wildly blows and the wind does howl
All creatures outside do protest and scowl

Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 27, 2013

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