Today, it hailed
In our quaint little town.
The hard, white stuff
Came beating down.
Heaped onto deck,
And sprawling the ground.
Battering flowers
And all around.
Pommeling rooftops
With punching sound.
Today the hail
Came harrowing down
In our little town.
Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it. Except poets, who freeze it in words. Nice flow to this little piece... -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So descriptive of hail, a lovely poem.