P432 432 TELEINF POEM 03:57:41* TRY TO LEARN THE POEM! * * * "The Searching Wind" * * * * They tell me the wind is searching, Searching the frozen snows, What the wind is searching for * They tell me no one knows. * Down the rocky gullies, * Through the spruce and pine, * Breaking the limbs from the * * * * larch trees, Making the rowans whine. * Raging round the farmsteads, * Rushing at the ricks, Tugging at the rooftops - * * The most mischievous tricks. One day the wind may find it, * * The thing he's searching for; ** And when at last he's found it - Stop beating at my door! * * * * * see next page >>>