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Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: ellis (---.oc.oc.cox.net)
Date: February 12, 2004 01:49AM

I remember reading a poem in the 4th grade (1972) that had this verse. Can't remember author nor title. Any ideas? Thanks.


Re: Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: ilza (---.162.243.36.sao.ajato.com.br)
Date: February 12, 2004 05:40AM

Swift 'n chill

Why does the wind want to be with me in my little room?
It is all around the world; it knocks on my door and wakes me,
It sometimes brings a heavy rain. When I allow it inside,
it blows the candle off, andmakes the room dark.


Vinoth Kumar R, VI B
Madurai: Virudhunagar T.S.M.Manickam Nadar-Janaki Ammal H.S.School

from this site :

[www.hindu.com]


Re: Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: cele (---.dsl.irvnca.pacbell.net)
Date: February 17, 2005 01:02AM

I was searching for that poem too. This is what I remember ,why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me. Hes all the world to blow about but just because I keep him out. He flights upon my window sill.... that's all.


Re: Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: ellis (---.oc.oc.cox.net)
Date: February 18, 2005 03:09AM

I finally found the poem a while back on some obscure web page (some type of Fourth Grade Poetry Materials Handbook). Can't find the website now, but I did print the poem out at the time and am happy to share it with you!

The Wind

Why does the wind so want to be
Here in my little room with me?
He's all the world to blow about,
But just because I keep him out
He cannot be a moment still,
But frets upon my window sill.
And sometimes brings a noisy rain
To help him batter upon the pane.
He rattles, rattles at the lock
And lifts the latch and stirs the key--
Then waits a moment breathlessly,
And soon, more fiercely than before,
He shakes my little trembling door,
And though "Come in, Come in!" I say,
He neither comes nor goes away.

Barefoot across the chilly floor
I run and open wide the door;
He rushes in and back again
He goes to batter door and pane,
Pleased to have blown my candle out.
He's all the world to blow about,
Why does he want so much to be
Here in my little room with me?

Author: E. Rendall


Re: Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: marian2 (---.range81-152.btcentralplus.com)
Date: February 18, 2005 04:40AM

That reminds me of Stevenson's Child's Garden of Verses poems - very evocative of the way a child's mind works. Thanks for posting it, Ellis.


Re: Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: nawahl (62.215.57.---)
Date: March 11, 2005 02:35PM

yes, i also found that poem in the grade 4 reading material website on this website:

[www.tcs2.org] />
it took me a lots of google searching time. there's some other cute poems in the book also. quite amazing that such a cute poem should be so hard to find.


Re: Why does the wind so want to be here in my little room with me?
Posted by: wicket21 (65.41.247.---)
Date: October 09, 2007 12:14AM

Here is the poem.
I too remembered it from fourth grade and had to know it by heart- and I never forgot it.

The Wind
Why does the wind so want to be,
Here in my little room with me?
He's all the world to blow about,
Just because I keep him out.
He cannot keep a moment still
But frets upon a window sill,
And sometimes brings a noisy rain
To help him batter at the pane.

Upon my door he comes to knock,
He rattles, rattles at the lock,
And lifts the latch and turns the key,
And waits a moment breathlessly,
And soon more fiercer than before,
He shakes my little trembling door.
Though "Come in, come in" I say,
He neither comes nor goes away.

Barefoot across the chilly floor,
I run and open wide the door,
He rushes in and back again,
Goes to batter door and pane,
Pleased to have blown my candle out,
He's all the world to blow about.
So why does the wind so want to be
Here in my little room with me?




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