The Westerlies

Lo here they come the Westerly's On their lips a westward song, Alighting from Horse Latitudes It's a land where they belong. They bring along the scent of seas And that forlorn desert bloom, With rakish mates - the clouds and dust And tempests spelling our doom. With polar breeze they gain in strength And they lug the winter rains, Then carry forth these tidings dark Till they reach the eastward plains. The summer sun placates their wrath So their grim temper might wane, Transforming them to lovelorn boys Trudging past their sweetheart's lane. They leave behind thick foliage Grass-blades sprinkled with dew, Fragrant blossoms with birds and bees Mornings with a golden hue. Such favours for the mortal world Speaks high of their chivalries, Rich western culture plausible When you sight the Westerly's. ***********