The Mischievous Breeze

The night was disturbed by a restless breeze,
That swayed the grass and rustled the trees.
It rattled the door on the miner's shack,
And parted the fur on the coyote's back.

At daybreak on to the village went,
With carefree mood and mischief bent.
It kicked up dust on the village square,
And lifted the skirts of a maiden fair.

It swept the walk of a widow clean,
And scattered the leaves on the village green.
It skipped and scampered down the block
And rocked the boats in an inlet dock.

And growing weary of frolic and play,
Decided at last to call it a day.
It spread itself on the ocean deep,
Folded it's arms and fell fast asleep.

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