1999
Adam Blackley, Aged 11
Yorkshire, UK
The Wind
The wind seemed to bear a passionate anger
As it swept through the landscape, tearing down trees as it went.
Its howling was like that of a lonely bear,
And its whistling like that of a sad piper, busking on the street.
It was looking for revenge, and revenge it would get.
It splintered and cracked, plunged and turned,
Nipped and barged, rumpused and squeaked
Until its temper died
And it slid mournfully into its den,
Moping about the damage it had done.

© 1999 Adam Blackley - Contributed in April 2001