My new poem April 1, 2011
Posted by emilyd12 in : Uncategorized , 5 commentsThe Wind
The wind is a ghost
Wailing in my ears,
It was cold in my eyes
And they turned to tears.
Howling like a wolf
Giving me a chill,
Staring at its prey,
Getting ready to kill.
I felt the need to run away,
But I was drawn to the sound,
And needed to stay.
The wind seemed so angry
And terribly cross,
Screaming at me
Who was the boss.
I got blown over!
It was very rough.
I decided to go home
I’d had enough!