BY FIONA CUMMINGS
The wild winds wipe through our land
Whaling worrying wars not planned
Thrashing through like thunderous storms
Trashing terrifying those who morn
Losing loved ones nature has dealt with
Playing us as if we are a pawn
Wistful fields with dancing corn
Leaves falling
Mercy calling
And lines, torn
Crazy crime of a washing day
When weather is like it is today
Snapped pegs and someone’s clothes
Who’s? No one knows
A gap where there once was a fence
Laying there showing innocence
Rugged rough cement
With broken wood which once did protect
Has this weather got no respect?
Bird’s wings blow
Flapping fast but flying slow
Wrong direction
Such restriction
Sparrow talks, says yes
Wings say no
Looking for any kind of shelter
Ups and downs like a roller coaster
Far away can’t get any closer
It’s in reach
A lesson to teach
Pupils to learn
Bitter books watching paper burn
Clouds clamber before taking a turn
Trees bend
And brown is the fern
Willows whip
A wicked trip
Move on now
But why and how?
Go elsewhere
Without a care
Destroy
Employ
A new army
Blades so barmy
Its pure madness
What a mess
It’s left behind
To treat this earth so unkind
Who decides?
Who goes on this ride?
A flight of fright
With all it’s might
It’s calm now
We can sleep tonight
Tomorrow is a brand new day
To repair and find
What’s blown away?
COPYRIGHT FIONA CUMMINGS 2015
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