Strange Weather Days – A Poem About Wind

Hi there – it’s me, Ollie. We’re near the middle of June, and before long it’ll be summer. Seems like only yesterday it was winter. Well, it did get down into the low forties the other night, and barely into the sixties the next day, so it wasn’t that long ago. Things have been strange.

Speaking of things being strange, when James and I were out walking (he walks while I run around) during that cold day, the wind was intensely blowing everywhich way such that the hay fields seemed to be dancing so recklessly that they became exhausted and lay down in a jumble on top of one another. It made it difficult for me to run through them since they were like waves at the beach. I found myself doing more jumping than running. It sure was fun!

Wearing a brown, leather jacket, James told me when we started out that he needed to stay warm. He was also worried that his hat would be blown off by the wind because of how forceful it was. However, he needn’t have worried since his hat fits perfectly. So flawless, in fact, that I had to secretly laugh (well, it’s no longer a secret since James has to type this for me since my paws are too big for the keyboard) when the wind would pick up the two and one-half inch brim and make James look like he was a butterfly about to take to the air. (James is scowling at me – well, it was funny.)

Anyway, while we were outside in this heady wind, it reminded James of the autumn (yes, a completely different season) of my first year when the wind was something I knew very little about. He wrote a poem about me and the wind, entitled, drum roll please: “Wind.” (Sometimes I have to laugh at myself – I hope you are able to do the same.)

Sir Oliver of Skygate Farm age six months – almost.

Without further ado (a word James is curious how I knew it – well, he’d read something to me with “ado” in it – I must say I have a better memory than he does):


Sitting peacefully you casually move your head side-to-side
as if watching a tennis match           unsure of the sound
as it doesn’t resemble a ball or racket
yet aware of a difference
having never taken notice before

Tilting your head sideways           resting inquisitively
it gently whispers in your upturned ear
words only you can understand           or perhaps not

Desiring to discern their meaning
as you pensively ponder what it is saying
there is a distraction           a falling leaf to which
you move to investigate having forgotten the hubbub above

The foliage smells of the passage of time
and before long you are           again
enquiring of the murmurs
some spoken in hushed tones           others squeaking louder

Unexpectedly you cause your own mutter
which surprises and causes you to eventually turn
and sniff behind you
which for some reason you find pleasing

Off in the distance you notice the rattling of the bush branches
knowing something           but not what           is making them move

Rearing back in anticipation of the unknown
yet to be seen
perhaps an imaginary beast           bringing a rising dread
as you move closer           leaning into me

It is nothing for you to fear my dear little friend Ollie
but a cool breeze as it blows through the trees

And then you are off like a rocket
laughing           playing           dashing           zigzagging
after the golden           scarlet             ruddy             flying objects

Autumn has brought with it the enthusiasm of the chase
and the ecstasy you discover in the rambling crusty piles of leaves

And this is what the uttering gusts were saying
nature bestows wonders to behold for your enjoyment and fun
so live fully in the brief time you have
grasp each moment           relish every opportunity
you my loving Old English Sheepdog
are but twenty-one weeks and have a long yet short span
in which to treasure them all


This was supposed to have been a video, “Ollie & Leaves,” but James’ plan doesn’t support videos – oh, well.

I would love to know if you’ve been experiencing any strange weather, and, if so, what kind? You can tell us about it in the comments on this blog. I’ll get back to you if you do.

I always like hearing from you, so please feel free to leave a comment on this blog post about this or anything at all.

Until next time,
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Sir Oliver of Skygate Farm (you can call me Ollie)

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All photos © James Stack 2016 unless otherwise indicated
“Wind” © James Stack 2016
“Ollie & Leaves” video © James Stack 2016

6 thoughts on “Strange Weather Days – A Poem About Wind

  1. Ollie says he’d love to have a play date with Dragon – and he’d like not to have to wait until there were dried leaves all over the ground if you get my drift….


  2. Beautiful imagery, James! I love poetry that instantly creates pictures in my mind as I read. My favorite line–Autumn has brought with it the enthusiasm of the chase and the ectasy you discover in the rambling crusty piles of leaves!! LOVE it 🙂

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  3. Coach and Crockett liked the poem, too! John also liked it as he was reminded of the first time our late Boone dog was startled by the sound of his own “wind”!

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  4. We are having autumn-like weather here, too. I am not amused, nor is my dog, Bruno, who is a small, short-haired fellow. He hails from Louisiana and still (after 10+ years in the north) doesn’t appreciate anything cooler than 65 degrees.

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