Little Windy
John Clare Stokes
Do you remember when
on the beach that day
you stood before the wind
storm coming your way?
What did you see
within those furious swirls
while others fled the sea
and gathered their little girls?
Do you miss your boisterous friend
now that calm has come?
Do you ever long for the wind
and just cry some?
The other day as I stood
this fleeting wind howled past
I stood bravely as one should
and waited his terrible blast.
But at the last moment a calm
as I stood in stillness alone.
A wisp said, for you I have not come,
for the one who stood strong I long.
So little one, if you hear,
your old friend seeks you still
The girl without the fear
Laughing with the winds thundering peal.
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