The Wind Blows

The wind blows softly at my window.

I wait in awe to see,
What will happen if mom lets me be.

I'm scared to death at this little fright,
But I will sleep on through the night.


Ashley Farmer © 2000

If you are creative and would like to see your work on this site, please e-mail us. Everyone would love to read your work and hear your thoughts!

© 2008 bedtime.com, LLC