I am a tumbleweed
Humble beginnings I have
Started out small
But now, look at me become bigger, especially when I roll.
Rely on Father Wind we all
Always there to catch us, too, when we fall
Been high and seen waving flags and old bones
Even crossed the highway with the rolling stones.
We are just a quiet bunch
Been called names
Thinking all was just a hunch
Some say best to avoid us,
For a limb we could maim.
Known more to cause scrapes and pricks
Which I think what keep us stick
And so I don’t blame him when we’ve been found
Then get thrown out bin bound.
** Been so windy lately that tumbleweeds abound.