DUST LIKE ME

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Poem by Linda J. Hutchinson. A fun-loving story about dust and how we can sometimes act like dust, annoying but at the same time we love to play in the breeze.

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“DUST” : 

“DUST” By: Linda J. Hutchinson

Being dust can be fun as the wind picks me up : 

Being dust can be fun as the wind picks me up

and I fly through the air. : 

and I fly through the air.

I whirl and I twirl and silently I leave : 

I whirl and I twirl and silently I leave

a blanket of powder on things everywhere. : 

a blanket of powder on things everywhere.

I flutter onto porches and plants : 

I flutter onto porches and plants

and I cover freshly washed cars with delight and glee. : 

and I cover freshly washed cars with delight and glee.

I swish through doors and windows making cleaning tedious : 

I swish through doors and windows making cleaning tedious

as I blast through cracks too small to see. : 

as I blast through cracks too small to see.

People get angry at me when I get into their food : 

People get angry at me when I get into their food

and I hurt them when I get into their eyes. : 

and I hurt them when I get into their eyes.

Don't they know that I am sorry, : 

Don't they know that I am sorry,

but "Dust" has no choice of when or where it flies. : 

but "Dust" has no choice of when or where it flies.

I don't mean to cause trouble, : 

I don't mean to cause trouble,

but I do with my irritating grains. : 

but I do with my irritating grains.

Often I just sit outside for a long time, : 

Often I just sit outside for a long time,

sometimes I get washed away by hoses or splattered by the rains. : 

sometimes I get washed away by hoses or splattered by the rains.

I do sympathize for people when I get stirred up : 

I do sympathize for people when I get stirred up

and I make them cough or sneeze. : 

and I make them cough or sneeze.

But though I am a pest, my destiny in life is : 

But though I am a pest, my destiny in life is

to be blown everywhere by "Mr. Breeze". : 

to be blown everywhere by "Mr. Breeze".

This is one of my favorite poems and I am thankful to be able to share it with you.Sincerely:Linda J. Hutchinson : 

This is one of my favorite poems and I am thankful to be able to share it with you.Sincerely:Linda J. Hutchinson