Seasons/Weather Poems

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Winds That Blow (The)

The north wind brings the ice and snow
     And makes us want to shiver.
It bites my fingers and my toes
    And tries to freeze the river.

The east wind has a ghostly cry
     And howls round field and city.
It blows the blossom from the trees,
    Which really is a pity.

The warm south wind comes blowing in
     Across the woods and plain.
It brings warm air to brown my skin
    And also ripen grain.

The westerlies deliver rain
    And make the fields so green.
The world looks nice and fresh again
     And attractive to be seen.

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