Sunday, 26 April 2015

Owls class weather poems!

THE TORNADO

The tornado is a frightful rhino,
Raven black it is,
Stampeding towards its prey,
Eggshell horns as sharp as daggers,
Eyes as scarlet as blood,
The wind like howling wolves,
It rains like golden bullets
Shooting from the coal black sky,

When he starts to die down,
He disappears before your eyes,
Do you think he will be back?

By  HR

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