Year 4

Wind Poems

The wind

The wind was moaning through the town,            

No one was having fun,

While hale was coming down,

The wind was going in the trees,

While some fell down some stayed up in the breeze,

 

The wind crept through the town,

Like a robber sneaking through a house,

The wind wished through the town,

It sounds like a baby mouse.  

by Rachel M

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