Jorge Luis

Blow, Wind!

Do your stuff!

Roar and growl

and huff and puff

Shake the leaves.

Bend that tree.

You are not

too much for me!

Come on, lift me

off the ground.

Let us both

go rushing round.

Why should you

have all the fun?

Come on, wind,

help me to run

and run and run

until I rise

to join you

up there in the skies.

That's better.

Now I'm looking down.

This is the way

to see our town.

Is that our house?

Is that our car?

How very still

those people are.

But you and I ,

we swoop and dive.

We are alive ,

alive, alive!

Would mum be cross,

would dad be proud

To see me riding

on this cloud?

Perhaps it's best

they do not know.

They think it's safer

down below.

So, come on, wind

just one last roar

Then land me

outside our front door.

Watch it open,

hear mum shout

it's far too windy

to be

                                                        out!

Come on, wind!

By John Mole

John Mole is a british poet, a teacher and a musician.

Cover Art by Mary Norman.