After the interview to the shore I went,

But on the beach the sand was hell sent,

Blowing in my eyes & permeating my pores,

I couldn’t stand it, I had to go into the stores…

Now that I am home, the trees are swaying,

This you can believe for it is me who this is saying,

Even a 20,000 pound motorhome does sway in the wind,

Bet you that old man north wind has today widely grinned…

Every so often calm,

But when it blows its like a bomb,

Blowing up just up the road,

The wind from when it did explode…

© ed ~ 4/28/10