The Howling Wind Poem by Phil Soar

The Howling Wind



The wind that howled all night, has left destruction in it's path
Locked inside, we listened, as we suffered natures wrath
With nothing we could do but watch, the wind tore up the trees
Natures violent storms can bring our live down on its knees

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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