Sunday, 26 April 2015

Owls Class Poems


The storm is a raging bull,
Ashen grey.
He rages viciously all around!
Stomping like a hundred bashing drums!
Rain shooting rapidly down like bullets.
Yellow lighting flashing from pointed horns
Snorting a gale from red nostrils!

When he calms down,
His howling turns to a whisper,
And he disappears and hides behind the golden sun
He will come back another day.


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