JSM - Edition Four

R age

The storm, dashes in the dark. Down the cobbled streets, He can come raging, he can come calmly, He spreads his arms. Crash, Crash, The clouds swoop over the water sending it crazy, Again, Again, The lightning strikes, Duck for cover. The storm advances, spreading over the town, Approaching the pier, finding its home. Moving faster, faster Not over yet. Bang, clap, The thunder howls and the trees surrounding crack and scream. Closer, closer, There At the pier an old man sits. Why? The storm with one mighty stomp swoops him off his feet, Splash, Bang In the morning, the sun comes up, Looking, searching, sees, The old man lifeless, lying in the creek.

Iona Radcliffe Y ear 6G

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