Away I run chasing down the wind
As leaves left from Fall sheading
Gather up to take their spin.
No matter how hard I grab and I reach
I can't seem to catch the wind beneath my feet.
I'd place it in a box
with a very tight cover to contain it all.
I wouldn't let it come out
Not one breeze of it, would I let fall.
But if I could
I would use it on a hot summers day.
That 's only if I could catch the wind
And not let it all blow far away.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-the-wind-5/
