Poetry Sunday

The wind began its long campaign
A simmered sound turning to screams
When persuasiveness doesn’t do the trick
It tries to rip leaves from the trees
Rumbles send children scrambling from their dreams
To cozy into Mother’s bed
Where they can lay in safety sleeping
Sweet dreams chase nightmares from their heads
But o…
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