POSTCARD FROM DEVON (Winner rhyming poetry competition)

THE WIND

Creaking inn signs, anchored on rusty chains

rustling leaves in night-deserted lanes

Soughing and sighing the wind keeps vigil

over her domain.

While raucous birds object at break of day

trees are dancing wildly to her sway

Whistling and whining the wind keeps vigil

over her domain

At noon the sea is writhing and foam-flecked

waves grow higher, now with spume bedecked

Roaring and raging the wind keeps vigil

over her domain

At eventide small boats rush helter-skelter

Into the safety of the harbour’s shelter.

groaning and moaning the wind keeps vigil

over her domain.

When all forsake the day and trundle homewards

when all is quiet and gathered safely inwards.

flurrying and hurrying the wind keeps vigil

over her domain.