The Wind is colder
And it blows bolder
It whips and topples children down
Like a stampede of angry breezes
The Wind is blown
Fits are thrown
"No!" we all scream as the wind shows it rage
"Stop it!" we all scream as it wails
But it does not stop
It bawls and screams
The gentle breeze turns and turns
YOU ARE READING
A Series Of Short Poems
PoesíaA series of short, often 2-3 stanza long poems I make for fun during my free time. I hope that at least one person reading will get some enjoyment from them.
