I heard the wind in the night.
It whimpered through the bare trees.
It whispered insistently:
Remember! Remember!
But I could not.
I heard the wind in the night.
It rattled the window pane.
It cried compellingly:
Remember! Remember!
But I would not.
I heard the wind in the night.
Drifting into sleep,
I heard the banshee howl,
I felt the searing blast,
I saw the tattered trees,
I smelt the scorched grain,
I tasted the gritty air,
Of a drought-haunted childhood.
I heard the wind in the night,
And I remembered.
– Isobel Spence
