To Catch the Wind

To catch the wind is hard you know,
a wild elusive thing.
But such a task was given to Joe.
He got his job this spring.
His tool to use in searching it out
and bagging that old rascal,
was little more than wind itself
upon which he had to straddle.
He chased that wind both hither and yon
up windy road and straight.
But that crafty old bag of wind
just out of reach would wait.
He almost caught it many a time
and once so did his brother.
But this was a task for him alone,
there was no designating another.
No-one knows how he caught it today,
perhaps it was better traction,
but he snagged that old wind
and put it out of action.
Yes with a glorious leap
for an audience of one
he caught that old wind
now his work here is done.
But don't you sob and cry about.
Be happy here instead.
For tis much better to catch the wind
than wait for it in bed.

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