The Breeze

This morning I came downstairs & opened the windows to this wonderful crisp breeze and thought of this poem I had heard a while back. I've always loved windy days...everything outside seems so alive and fresh. I thought I'd share this poem with you~ Enjoy the breeze~!

An English Breeze

UP with the sun, the breeze arose,

Across the talking corn she goes,

And smooth she rustles far and wide

Through all the voiceful countryside.

Through all the land her tale she tells;

She spins, she tosses, she compels

The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails

And all the trees in all the dales.

God calls us, and the day prepares

With nimble, gay and gracious airs:

And from Penzance to Maidenhead

The roads last night He watered.

God calls us from inglorious ease,

Forth and to travel with the breeze

While, swift and singing, smooth and strong

She gallops by the fields along.

Robert Louis Stevenson