High Winds Play Havoc with the Director’s Shed
Jane's shed, it's not how it once was. After furious winds last weekend, and a further gust on Monday, by Tuesday morning Jane's shed was left somewhat dishevelled...
"Something looks a bit different in the garden today, Phil", says Jane
Inspired by this, here are some links to some windy poems (thanks for the research, Lisa):
And a few other literary links:
Got any others?
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2 thoughts on “High Winds Play Havoc with the Director’s Shed”
Poor shed!
A few more windy poems,
‘Oh, there is a blessing in this gentle breeze’… (says Wordsworth at the start of The Prelude, and it soon becomes ‘a tempest’.)
‘Blow, blow, thou winter wind’ from ‘As You Like It’
‘Wind and Mist’ by Edward Thomas
Or how about a sing-song?
Kathleen Ferier singing ‘Blow the Wind Southerly’
And Jimi Hendrix ‘The Wind Cries Mary’
‘There was a roaring in the wind all night.
The rain came heavily and fell in floods
And now my greenhouse is a ghastly sight
A heap of rubble and a pile of wood. ‘ (apologies to WW)
or
‘Blow winds and crack my greenhouse’ rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our tomatoes , drown’d the radishes!(apologies to WS)