Winds I Have Heard Poem by Elmer Jennings

The tossing restless wind
Whispers through the corn.
Harsh harsh then softly and forlorn.
It bids me listen - listen,
As it talks about the dry - dry corn.

The winds at sunset sing a different tune.
As castanets of oak leaves serenade the moon.
I have heard it sound a different chord.

On the windward side I heard,
A pagan overture to old Hawaii.
As it swept through Nuuanu Pali pass,
The high windward side,
That glimpsed invaders pass.

The soft winds of comfort,
At the end of a hot hot day,
Soothed cares and with the curtains play.
And cause us to forget a trying day.

The summer, 'storm a coming wind',
Prompts us to take the washing in.
And fasten swinging barn doors,
Then tricks us! And blows the other way.

Late night winter winds help us to know,
The need of fire and brings thoughts of others,
Comfort and desire.