It often whistles
And sings a song
With eerie sounds
As it goes along
It flipped my hair,
Shoved me around, .
And even pushed me
To the ground.
But that's the wind.
What can I say?
Be mindful of
Its playful way.
©
Walterrean Salley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-s-playful-antics/