Windy Words

A brainstorm in my head did rage Releasing words my mind engaged as these words were rearranged They formed a poem upon my page As I held it in my hand A fierce wind blew And in the wind my poem flew Across the desert sands Then over the hills with daffodils Through the clouds it traveled still Soon it went across the sea Landing in an old oak tree Then a hurricane came roaring through And once again my poem flew through the woods where butterflies roam with sweetened words like honeycomb When the storm was finally done My poem once again to me did come For the Boomerrang Contest