NORTHWEST WIND 95 



NORTHWEST WIND 

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Winter is here at last ! 



The trees are bare. 



Most of the birds have left us. 



There are no flowers to be found. 



Jack Frost has come. 



And the Northwest Wind is here to stay ! 



He says : 



" Run away, winds of the south and west. 



" Go where the swallows are, south wind. 



" Follow the sunset, west wind. 



" These are my months." 



So he runs after his brothers over the lakes. 



He rolls up the waves, and gives them white 

 caps to wear. 



" Are you strong ? " he cries to the trees. 



" How thick is your wool ? " he says to the 

 sheep. 



"Have you found your winter nest?" he says 

 to the squirrel. 



He slams the door. 



He shakes the window. 



