The Wyoming Wind

O, Wyoming wind why this way

Of coming round so rough today?

You close my door with such a slam

You almost caught me in the jam.

You make me feel a bit afraid

You shake the roof so o’er-head

You startle me with your wild roar

As you go racing past my door.

Coming screeching across the land

You fill my eyes with dust and sand

You catch up mud in your mad race

And sling it roughly in my face

You snatch my hat with gusts wild

And have me chase it most a mile.

You whip in rags my one old coat

And blow my breath back down my throat.

You took my wash tub most to town

And left it sitting upside down

You take the moisture from my crop

And leave me wondering where you’ll stop.

- White Eagle , Gillette News