It Was Not My Fault
It is windy out there Peter’s mother warned him.
He did not believe, and ran after his brother Jim.
Jim took off, and with a gust, Peter was in the air.
The wind was ruthless, taking him without a care.
He flew over stones, rocks, gravel, and the school.
He was blown to a mountain top where the air was cool.
He was blown to an ocean, where he saw a whale.
His snotty teacher did not believe his “why I was late” tale.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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