WYOMING WIND
Wyoming wind is wicked
Meaner than you think
It slaps you senseless with its gusts
Until your cheeks turn pink
It tears your hair and takes your breath
And nearly knocks you down
It’s with you all four seasons
In country and in town
You dare not plan a picnic feast
With paper cups and plates
Because the wind will blow it all
Into the neighboring states
Yes, I complain, you bet I do
That wind is not my friend
And I am here to say I think
The torture has no end
The air is full of dust and grit
Wind sometimes moans all night
And in my haunted dreams it howls . . .
“Come on out and FIGHT!”
June 29,2000 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
