“The Roaring Wind,” Friend, Mar. 1984, inside front cover
The Roaring Wind
The wind roars down
From the mountaintops.
It roars all night
And never stops.
It roars like a lion
With an aching tooth,
Like two bears fighting
In a telephone booth,
Like a TV western
With lots of static,
Like jet planes zooming
Right through the attic.
And it’s almost half
As good for noise,
Our mother says,
As two small boys.
Illustrated by Doug Roy