W is for The Wind Blew


This past Saturday we had a day that resembled the one described in Pat Hitchins’ 1974 rhyming picture book, The Wind Blew.


Whereas the gusts here in Los Angeles took down a few tree branches and relocated debris, the wind staring in this story creates mischief by making all sorts of belongings airborne.

While the story doesn’t have the tightest or strongest verse (slant end rhymes abound), I found myself drawn to the growing mass of townspeople in desperate pursuit of their swirling possessions. Will they ever come down?


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