
A Change in the Wind
December 2, 2008
The forest was filled with excitement,
One hot, stormy night in July,
None could have known what would happen,
No way to know what would transpire.
The squirrels all scurried for safety,
With fear raging in their eyes,
When the storm rolled up the valley,
And lighting flashed bright in the sky.
The wind whipped its way through the forest,
And a thunderbolts burst from the clouds,
Suddenly there was a great crash,
That drowned out all other sounds.
The foxes stopped running for shelter,
As the Earth shook for quite a long spell,
And for a moment the world stopped turning,
That night the forest giant fell.

5 comments:
I like it, but I don't think it is purely a child's poem. It's good!
I agree with Shirley-its a poem for all ages-and it is outstanding!!!
Glad your trip to the mountain was nice.
I always enjoy reading your posts. I like the poem and pictures
Good imagery, Matthew.I can understand the pull of the fallen tree--I wrote a poem about one I saw in Pocahontas County. Sometimes the beautiful violence in nature stops us in our tracks.
Really nice Matthew! And love the photos too!
Marie
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