The Blowing Wind...

The wind hit me in the face
And my hair began to flutter,
While it came with no trace
My body began to stutter.

Stuttering from the chilly wind that blew,
Blowing against me so I couldn't get through.
Through this wind to where I lived in warmth,
So I fought the wind, and moved on forth.

And It felt as if the more that I walked,
The wind blew harder so I would be docked.
So I ignored what the wind had to say
And walked on, knowing it was my only way.

Yet I looked above to see a flag wave
Accepting the wind and becoming its slave.
When it was merely flying in the breeze at start,
The wind had now threatened to rip it apart.

And I glanced down to see it whirling the snow,
Hurling up its might and strengthening its load.
Shivering the ice to create holes and cracks,
So I would slip and fall and away from my track.

Yet I walked on without missing a step,
Against the wind, blowing wherever it crept.
And I walked to the end surpassing what's blown,
Overcoming its might, so I could get home.