The first stanza of this poem, which I quoted in my last post, “Sharing The Dirt”, is what I truly believed about the origin of wind until I was 8 or 9 years old. I remember this very well, because my Mom had tried to persuade me that such was not the case, but I refused to believe her. It felt terrible knowing that I was right because that meant accepting the fact that Mom was capable of being wrong. Sorry Mom, for not telling you this before, but you were right after all!
The trees make the breeze, like ladies in church
Fanning themselves in the heat.
I’m sure that it’s true for I’ve seen it myself!
It’s just such an awesome feat!
One minute the air is hot and still,
The next there’s a stirring of limbs;
Then all of a sudden I’m feeling a chill
As the trees creak their praises and hymns!
The kids make the waves in the oceans, you know;
In the warmer parts of the world
They’re splishing and splashing and sloshing and slooshing
’Til all the water gets hurled
Up on the beaches everywhere,
Like the water out of my tub
Whenever I slide from the front to the back
When I’m finished my nightly scrub!