The Autumn Wind

By Annette Wynne

The autumn wind is wild and free,
It rides up here fresh from the sea;
It rides and rides and never knows
Just where it goes;
It blew my papers all away
And acted boldly all the day;
But when the night grew dark and colder,
The autumn wind grew bold and bolder,
And tried to blow our chimney down,
And screamed at every house in town.

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