Windiness Poem by james watkin

Windiness



Faceless churls, today
Of bullies the chief
Count me among the refuse
And pieces of leaf.

An old school-boy's route
Met with; and mocked then.
Shoves from the clouds multiply
Smallnesses by ten!

Monday, January 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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