Friday, August 10, 2007

Pointless Poem

The gale blew
With venom through
The busy market square.
The wind swirled
And leaves twirled
And people cried, “Beware!”
Gutters fell,
Tiles as well
And people ran inside,
The wind howled
And dogs growled
And little children cried.
Lorries rocked
And pebbles knocked
Against the bolted doors.
Twigs went sailing
O’er the railing
In the tempest’s jaws.
Near force ten
It raged and then
Quite suddenly it dropped.
And all was calm
And safe from harm,
The hurricane had stopped.

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