Thursday, March 7, 2013

The Wind--By Jack Horne--England

The Wind

The wind is like a naughty child,
That watches as I sweep the leaves,
He then delights to scatter them,
And giggles, tugging at my sleeves:
I want to play, the wind believes.

Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.


  1. Your words bring a great visual to the reader - Nice work here...


  2. I enjoyed this very much, Jack, as it brought back memories of sweeping leaves in my back garden, in England..they often escaped thanks to the wind!

    Jan x

  3. Hi Jack,

    I enjoyed reading your poem it reminded me of a warm, breezy, Autumn day. One of my favorite seasons to enjoy well done my friend.

    Love Sandra

  4. Thanks Jack, for a vivid picture of the wind blowing. Puts me in the mind of a warm autumn evening; the kind of evening where the wind is a soothing midst that caresses my skin.


  5. Dear Jack,

    It was so wonderful to receive all your kind comments for other writers today. Your efforts are greatly appreciated. I see others are enjoying your poem as I did. Thank you for sharing your talent and encouragement. Blessings to you.


  6. Hilarious juxtaposition, the wind and a naughty child. Written with wit and charm.

  7. Oh Jack - It is such a joy to read your poetry here.

    The wind - like a naughty child. Hooray for you! love it.


  8. Thank you, Christine Tate, for the following comment--

    I enjoyed your poem and how you described the wind like a naughty child wanting to play. You gave it a mischievous personality. Delightful to read! Thanks for sharing!

  9. Thank you, Phyllis Babcock, for the following comment--

    A cute poem that has me smiling Jack.

  10. Thank you, Jack Clubb, for the following comment--

    This is a delightful, playful poem. We need more of these.

  11. A beautiful motion picture painted and a delight to have shared. Kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie.