from a possible future member of Chorley Writers'?
The Blustering Wind
Who has seen the wind?
Blowing down the trees
Leaves blowing down the street
Water jumping up and down
and gates flying open and closed.
Who has heard the wind?
Rustling through the leaves
The wind howls like a wolf
and crashes through the trees.
Balls blowing away from children
Birthday cards blowing out of windows
Models blow off window-sills
and break in pieces on the floor.
This is my son's first poem which he wrote as part of a school project on the subject of 'wind'. He is 8.
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2 comments:
sign him up.....we need all the members (and subs) we can get !!!!!!
:o)
H
reminds me of chasing a ball about two miles along the beach at Redcar before loosing it to the sea!
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