<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wild Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the time of year, the weather is mild, <br>But the raging wind is running wild.<br>The rain has stopped, and now there’s sun, <br>But the wild wind is very far from done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bins are upended – their contents spilled.<br>Weeping willows wave their long tendrils.<br>A garden fence rocks dangerously to and fro; <br>A sudden gust comes along, and over it goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By a cottage doorway, wind-chimes dangle; <br>Caught by the wind, they now joyously jangle.<br>With such brutal force, I am blown along; <br>Helped on my way, by the wind, so strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees take a battering; some have broken boughs.<br>The wild wind lets out one long, horrendous howl.<br>Across the ground, crinkled leaves skip and skitter, <br>As do pieces of paper, crisp packets, and other litter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clothes on my washing-line, are, very soon, dry; <br>They are securely pegged, so that, away, they don’t fly.<br>By the wild wind, an open gate is slammed, firmly shut.<br>On the radio, there are numerous reports of power cuts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky is a mixture of dull grey and bright blue; <br>The weather is undecided on what it wants to do.<br>By the time evening arrives, the wind has died down; <br>It gives one last wave, and with that, it slowly drowns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344774" data-title="The Wild Wind de Angela Wybrow" data-description="For the time of year, the weather is mild, But the raging wind is running wild. The rain has stopped, and now there’s sun, But the wild wind is very far from done. Bins are upended – their contents spilled. Weeping willows wave their long t..."></div> </div> </div>

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