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.

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 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