Storm Warning Poem by Robert Ian

Storm Warning

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The wind stirs an uprising
to applause of leaves.
The rabble, roused,
throws sticks and stones.

Depression in the Forties
stretching south
to the homeland.
A cold front bares its teeth.

Tiles will be flung.
The overhanging branch,
ominous, waits.
Another roar:
we are under siege.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 28 November 2011

A gteat poem really liked it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Rise Of The Crow.

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