The Wind!!

The wind is a swifting eagle,

Strong and powerful.

She glides ov er the mountains peacefully.

With he floating wings and moving eyes
Week after week she flies.
And when the cool breeze screams
And the sun awakens from behind the
Rocky Mountains,
She glides toward her dinner and
captures and attacks,
Cutting her wings back through the tree,
And crys and howls starving curiously.
But on peaceful days in October and
spring,
When roses look like palm trees
And they are dev eloping below the
eagles flaps,
So smoothly, so smoothly she softly
floats.