Micheal Weston

Angry Storm. - Poem by Micheal Weston

As the thunder roars
A sharper picture comes
to mind. the storm
that was picking up.

As the thunder roars
trees playing dominos
in the forest and the
young cower under the bed.

A sharper picture comes
to mind. The storm
Is vary crafty and
Is capibule of more.

A sharper picture comes
to mind when you hear
the distent roars of an
angry storm.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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