Windy Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson and Anna Marie Magagna

Windy Nights

Whenever the moon and stars are set, 

Whenever the wind is high, 

All night long in the dark and wet, 

A man goes riding by.

Late in the night when the fires are out, 

Why does he gallop and gallop about. 

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,

And ships are tossed at sea,

By, on the highway, low and loud,

By at the gallop goes he;

By at the gallop he goes, and then

By he comes back at the gallop again. 

                                                                      

                                                             Robert Louis Stevenson

It was incredibly windy yesterday and last night. I laid in bed and heard the wind rattling the siding and hitting the side of the trailer and I thought of this poem.