4 SEPTEMBER 



driven perHaps sometimes field army 



Where are all the pretty sheep to-day ? 

 Shepherd Wind must have driven them away. 

 The sky is as blue as forget-me-nots. 

 I wish that I were a kite. 

 Perhaps Shepherd Wind would carry me up 

 into the sky. 



Sometimes the sky is dark gray. 

 Then we cannot see the sun. 

 The dark rain clouds hide him from us. 

 Then rain begins to fall. 



See, it walks across the fields. 

 It moves like a great army. 



