Droplets of Verse: ‘Mr Wild Wind’

The boundaries shudder
While on the ground
Everything scuttles
Shutters comes down

The firm handshake
Of Mr Wild Wind
Causes telegraph poles to break
Rubbish bins reveal their sins

The reeds by the river
Bend towards the water
A cat’s whiskers quiver
Raindrops bend, so many forms distort

But the statue still stands
History remains
Men sit and make plans
To ride the wind over many plains

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