Author’s note: Tabitha Hemphill is the granddaughter of Mike and Karen Fanning, of Sapulpa.
Where the Wind Blows
By Tabitha Hemphill
September 2023
Where the wind blows
Where the water flows
A secret hides
Day and night
Waiting til the time is right
It sits in a box
And is guarded by a fox
Not small and red
But big and wants to be fed
But big as a mountain
And lays by a fountain
Little water it gives
But the fox still lives
He likes berries best
But he’ll also eat the pest
Then one day the peace was gone
When someone stepped on his lawn
He died that day
In some kind of way
But the box still sits
Where the wind blows
And water flows
In a house that is small
A lady wears a shawl
She sits by the fire
And will not tire
Of listening to the wind blowing
And the water flowing
She does not know
That where she sits
The box still hides
Not small and brown
But big and wants to be found
It waits day and night
And now the time is right
I guess I have to tell you
What’s in the box
So look around
And don’t make a sound
There is a fox in the box
This is a girl
And she has a kit
So back up and keep the hunters away
Not small and red
But big as a mountain
And lays by a fountain
So when you go
To the place where the wind blows
And the water flows
Look for the fox and the box
