PSPoem

"A Winds Waves," Othilla Wlodarczyk, Sixth Grade, PS 122Q

As quick as lightening

as slow as a snail,

so very unknown,

they swallow you up,

they are monstrous beasts,

a scraping quill,

or they might just be,

silently still,

around them,

 the wind sings

with a chill,

the thunder strikes

a spine hindering tale,

then all is silent,

but the wind still sings.