Windy Words
We live in a pass. Two mountains - each a couple of miles high
creating a natural tunnel for the wind to zoom through.
I smell the sweet wind helping me to read.
I see the wind blowing the tree's leaves far away.
I see the wild wind blowing my hair back.
I see the wind making the tree going back and forth.
I feel the wind blowing my clothes.
I feel the powerful wind blowing the dried colorful leaves.
I feel the wind blowing my hair off my head.
I love the wind to blow me away.
I see the stormy winds bringing heavy, heavy clouds.
I feel the cold soft wind going into my red ear.
I feel the wind creeping inside me.
I feel the hard wind that is blowing the colorful leaves side by side in the sky.
I feel the wind blowing softly on my eyelashes.
I hear the mad wind yelling in my ear giving me an ear ache.
I feel the spinning wind twisting me around like a tornado.
I feel the sweet dry wind blowing me to a place that is cool.
I see the wind blowing the rain down.
I hear the misty wind whispering words to my listening soft ear.
I feel the soft wind blowing gently on my sweet light brown face.
I see the fast wind blowing the balloons up in the sky.
I feel the wild wind blowing my green and red shirt back and forth, back and forth.
I feel the hard wind pushing and pinching me.
I feel the hot wind blowing in my sweating face.
I see the sweet dry wind blowing gently and blowing my homework away.
I hear the sweet wind blowing in my dry mouth to clean my mouth.