The Winds of Wayne Township

Guest poem
Liz Reddy

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


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