Tuesday, August 30, 2011

WIND

It glides through the city
tackling everything that gets in its way.
Fighting trees managing to survive.
It whistles on top of the roofs.
When it glides through the air
its like a leopard pouncing on its prey.

by John O.

2 comments:

mum said...

hi john i like your poem well done im proud of you :)

Room 6 Darlings said...

Thank you John for writing an awesome poem about wind. You put lots of adjectives in!

Well done
From Room 6, especially William