The Winter Wind

 Chill Wind

To the west in the winter wind, the wicked wind, the willful wind,

Rambling o’er the river, o’er the bridge we did go.

We leaned into the wild wind, the wailing wind, the wayward wind.

‘Twas rushing insistent like the river below.

Down under the sturdy bridge, the stout bridge, the brawny bridge,

Below the old trestle bridge icy water did flow.

Sunlight sparkling on the water, was dancing on the water,

Brightly blinding on the water belied the cold blow.

Cold wind on our faces iced nose, cheeks, found places

To bite, nip, and lace us with a frost-reddened glow.

Turned away from the frigid wind, the blustery wind, the gusty wind,

Turned downwind to escape the wind for a moment or two.

Then briskly in the bitter wind, the stinging wind, the chilling wind,

Gamely into the winter wind, we turned and did go.

In the end turned our backs on the callous wind, cold-hearted wind,

The winter wind won-out today, blew-away today our derring-do.

Said good-bye to the brisk blows, the bitter blows, the biting blows.

Said good-bye to the winter wind and headed for home.

Hearth and home where we snuggle up, where we huddle up, where we cuddle up.

Blow all you want, wind, we’re where you can’t go.