THE WIND, by PS Drayson
Then the Wind came up North by north-west Howling, growling, snarling Mad, bad and dangerous to know. It bent the trees and broke the weak Its power battering power lines And the sound of falling, breaking and Splintering glass went on and on. Back and fo
Then the Wind came up
North by north-west
Howling, growling, snarling
Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
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It bent the trees and broke the weak
Its power battering power lines
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And the sound of falling, breaking and
Splintering glass went on and on.
Back and forth all night long. And
People died along its course.
It drove grassland into knife-like waves
In a kind of beauty and
Jolted birds in its mighty breath
Frantic wings trying to keep their line.
Clouds turned around as it ravaged rooftops
Scattering garden fences like dice.
Seaside waves breached all defences
Crashing and drowning upstreet houses
Going places it had never been before.
Nothing could stand against its rage
When the wind came by - north by north-west that day