Wind. Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

Wind.

Rating: 5.0


It's whistling here,
It's howling there,
Round the building,
Up the stair.
It's such a pity,
That it's night,
'Cause this fine wind,
Could fly my kite,
Instead, it's keeping
Me awake.
Stop blowing wind,
For goodness sake.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Reynolds 13 April 2006

Breeze a jolly good fellow, Breeze a jolly good fellow. Join in Lizzy. (Couldn't resist!) Danny

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Lizzy Tomlinson

Lizzy Tomlinson

Dundee, Scotland.
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