Once the barn was full of hay:
Now ’tis there no more.
I wonder why the hay has left the barn?
THE WIND
This story is composed entirely of observations on the wind dictated by a six-year-old and a seven-year-old class. Every phrase (except the one word “toss”) is theirs. The ordering only is mine.
THE WIND
In the summer-time the wind goes like breathing,
But in a winter storm it growls and roars.
