Creaking inn signs, anchored on rusty chains,
whispering leaves in night-deserted lanes,
Soughing and sighing the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.
While raucous birds object at break of day
the trees are dancing wildly to her sway.
Whistling and whining the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.
At noon the sea is writhing and foam flecked,
the waves grow higher now with spume bedecked.
Roaring and raging the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.
At eventide small boats rush helter-skelter
into the safety of the harbour’s shelter.
Groaning and moaning the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.
When all forsake the day and trundle homewards,
When all is quiet and gathered safely inwards,
flurrying and hurrying the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domains.
“All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work"
FIRST REVISION With thanks to Alan
Creaking inn signs, anchored on rusty chains,
whispering leaves in night-deserted lanes,
Soughing and sighing, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.
The trees are dancing wildly to her sway,
while raucous birds object at break of day.
Whistling and whining, the wind keeps constant
vigil over her domain.
At noon the sea is writhing and foam flecked,
the waves grow higher, now with spume bedecked.
Roaring and raging, the wind keeps constant
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 constant
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 constant
vigil over her domain.