Pirates

A Little Poem:

Pirate Wind


The autumn wind's a pirate, Blustering in from sea;With a rollicking song, he sweeps along, Swaggering boist'rously.
His skin is weather-beaten; He wears a yellow sash,With a handkerchief red about his head. And a bristling black mustache.
He laughs as he storms the country, A loud laugh and a bold;And the trees all quake and shiver and shake, As he robs them of their gold.
The autumn wind's a pirate, Pillaging just for fun;He'll snatch your hat as quick as that, And laugh to see you run!
Mary Jane Carr