blonderr
03-20-2012, 10:37 PM
I have part of a poem my departed Mama taught me as a child, (many YRS AGO.) I have TRIED AND TRIED on the search engines and various sites to find it, to no avail.....
"The wind was out of sorts today,
The wind was like a shrew
Whose anger fed upon itself
As anger will, and grew
Until, at fever pitch and"..............(crazed??)
the next line is something about its beating on the gate
"The wind was out of sorts today,
The wind was like a shrew
Whose anger fed upon itself
As anger will, and grew
Until, at fever pitch and"..............(crazed??)
the next line is something about its beating on the gate