Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Windy day poem

Windy Day


The wind looks Like nothing, nobody can see it


The wind sounds like a whistle of a bird tweeting out for joy


The wind smells like a flower blooming in the sun


The wind tastes like a warming fire toasting marshmallows into gold


The wind feels like a volcano and sometimes it feels cold like the North Pole.






W = whistling wind


I = icey cold wind


N = naughty wind

D = dangerous wind



No comments:

Post a Comment