On a beautiful
gusty day in February…
When you don’t have a kite…
but you do have a jump rope,
missing handles,
from the bottom of the toy box…
and you have a plastic bag…
you go outside play with the wind.
The
Wind
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the
grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day
long,
O wind, that sings so loud a
song!
I saw the different things you
did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you
call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day
long,
O wind, that sings so loud a
song!
O you that are so strong and
cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and
tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a
song!
"He who forms the mountains, who
creates the wind,
and who reveals his thoughts to mankind, who
turns dawn to darkness,
and treads on the heights of the
earth --
the LORD God Almighty is his
name."
Amos 4:13
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