Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Howling Wind.













Wind howling in the dark night.

Wind causing trees to fall over, houses holding on tight to their roofs.

Wind making plastic bags and newspapers fly up the streets.

Wind making mess and causing havoc.

Wind dies down, the clean up begins....


By Zac
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2 comments:

  1. Denis PageMay 25, 2010 at 12:13 AM

    Wow zac my family oohd and aaahd at your poem. olivier

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  2. Room7May 26, 2010 at 3:35 AM

    I agree with Olivier, this is an AWESOME poem Zac. Keep up the fantastic work.

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