Sarah Louise Persson

Gold Star - 12,616 Points (14 October 1966 / Wellington, Shropshire)

The Storm - Poem by Sarah Louise Persson

The Storm

And the clouds were full of thunder,
Naked branches whipped,
Whispering willow trees groaned,
The pitter patter of rain,
Torrents of water crippled the river bank,
Silk spun spider's webs broke free,
The wind lashed, sliced and ripped,
Nature reborn on the tips of the trees.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


Comments about The Storm by Sarah Louise Persson

  • Khairul Ahsan (6/4/2017 1:47:00 AM)


    A nice, vivid picture of nature reborn after a storm unfolds itself as one reads this poem to the end.
    'Nature reborn on the tips of the trees.' - Simply wonderful, loved it very much.
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