Like a two year old not getting what he wants.
Like a spewing kid as he was sick.
Wind.
Bubbling sounds coming from an angry tummy.
Swinging trees in my view.
Whooshing winds, so ruff it could pick me off my feet.
What a mad storm!
Georgia.
ooooohhh! I love that poem. great similies and "an angry tummy" in the storm is such a brilliant metaphor.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem Georgia. It is so expressive! I love the verse, "Swinging trees in my view." Excellent description.
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