Poem of the Day: 22 May 2005

As the time passes by, the wind
Divides itself in parts North, East, West and South, as the sky
Darkens, the wind blows steadily across the wide and lonesome prairie
Into houses
The old wind blows above snow-covered mountain peaks; the wind
Is very cold as it blows North but
Onward the poor old wind must go
North East West and South, onward it must go.

Elizabeth P. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#205)