Linda Winchell - 'chasing The Wind'

Away I run chasing down the wind
As leaves left from Fall sheading
Gather up to take their spin.

No matter how hard I grab and I reach
I can't seem to catch the wind beneath my feet.

I'd place it in a box
with a very tight cover to contain it all.
I wouldn't let it come out
Not one breeze of it, would I let fall.

But if I could
I would use it on a hot summers day.
That 's only if I could catch the wind
And not let it all blow far away.

Linda Winchell

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