I see discarded litter swirl from A to B.
Some branches have fallen from a tree.
Trees in Stanley Park, bend and sway.
As the cold, howling wind blows today.

A Liverpool banner spins left and right.
Puffs and puffs of wind, full of might.
Not without a voice, this invisible force.
As it twists and turns, changing course.

The wind likes to roar, proving its about.
It likes to turn defiant brollies inside out.
Hang on to your hat and 5 pound notes.
Wrap up in your scarf and winter coats!

Peg out your washing, it will soon be dry.
Visit the park or beach and fly a kite high!
A windy Saturday morning, but that's ok.
As for a Stanley Park walk, I make my way.