The wind blows wild and plays a song
I’d like to learn to hum along,
It isn’t hard to sing a tune
With words that rhyme like June and moon.
Such mirth it brings to wonder this
And to imagine youth’s first kiss,
I wish that I might be again
That girl I was away back when
The thrill of love and sweet romance
Could offer me a happy chance !
Claire V. Bogdanos 