My Back Door Poem by Dorsey Baker

My Back Door



The howling wind is howling
at the back of my back down
the howling wind is
howling
at the back
of my back door
trying to break it down
trying to break it down
the angry wind
is trying to push
my house around
the howling wind
the howling wind
is howling
at the back of my back door
heavy rain is beginning to pour
and the howling wind
is howling
at the back
of my back door
the howling wind
is howling at the back
of my back door!

Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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