Hurricane Brian Poem by Angela Wybrow

Hurricane Brian
Roared like a lion,
When he tore through our town,
And tossed things around.

He huffed and he puffed;
He made journeys tough.
He used his great power
To unleash heavy showers.

Clouds of light grey
Littered the blue sky that day.
It was more than a breeze
Which raced through the trees.

He did not much care
That he messed up my hair,
Or made me feel cold
When the wind took ahold.

Branches fell down,
Leaving broken tree crowns.
Autumn leaves: red, yellow, brown,
Lost their hold and fell to the ground.

Wind chimes, they were clanging;
Shed doors, they were banging.
Wheelie bins were overturned;
People's faces were full of concern.

Through the air, litter was tossed.
The next day, folk were left counting the cost.
When Hurricane Brian was clean out of breath,
He rose to his feet and promptly he left.