Thar She Blows Poem by soren Barrett
Thar She Blows
She is the wind, on hot days she blows from the south
On cold days from the north icy, nary a word from her mouth
A funnel cloud in circles blows, dark clouds on her brow
A whisper in a breeze that grows from the east, a gale called Gail now
Hurricane on course with deadly force all in her way pinned
Spiting death from a blustery breath, they call her the Westwind
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