The Wind
Who has seen the wind?
Well, blow me down.
Blow me right down.
I mean it is cold, really cold
Then there’s the wind.
The damned cold wind.
Wind chill, wind chill
Damn it.
It scrapes your cheeks.
Ices your ears.
Numbs your fingers
Chills your legs.
Freezes your feet.
I have seen the wind and the answer is:
Central heating.
Copyright © Errol Young | Year Posted 2020
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