The Winds of Wayne Township
Guest poem
By:
Liz Reddy
Monticello
The winds of Wayne Township
Are blowing a gale
Racing up from the Gulf
And straight out of Hale
Can’t push a door open
Can’t unload a car
Hold on to your littles
Or they will fly away
The mail is in danger
Of blowing away
Let’s hope it’s not money
Or bills that you pay
It makes walking hard, as
Against it you brace
It clears off the yard, and
Throws dirt in their face
Odd noises we hear from
The wind in the trees
The howling, the wailing
The scream and the wheeze
The winds of Wayne Township
Ferocious and gusting
I’ll stay in the house with these
Brick walls I’m trusting