Chasing The Wind Poem by Amos Beck

Chasing the Wind

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The leaf fell soft upon the ground.
Not many dead ones to be found…
The stormy breeze tumbled it still again,
And young Chauncey chased it in the wind.

With a skip and a jump and a hide de ho,
There’s a northerner coming and the rain will blow.
Thunder roars and the lighting flashes
When the rain drops fall the little lad dashes…

Such marvelous smells are in the air ~
Fresh and clear scents are everywhere.
The land’s swept clean of all debris,
And Chauncey plays tag with all he see’s.

With a skip and a jump and a hide de ho~ho…
There’s a northerner coming and the wind she will blow.
Thunder and lighting through the skies adrift,
As I whisper to Chauncey the rain is Gods gift.
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© 7/27/2009
Amos Beck

Rondondilla~lyrics/Chauncey Van Dèr Grunt Mason