The Wind at My Back
I look for a path in the new fallen snow
For it is night and not wise to travel
Where am I going? I want to know
As the wind at my back does show me
It howls in the night like a wolf at the moon
As it rushes through trees and hills
And its voice tells me ‘run’ as it hurries me there
To places and lands yet unknown
I beg for a rest. Let us wait for the light-
For the darkness and cold don’t much please me.
But a whippoorwill laughs -There’s no time to waste
For life and your future are waiting!