Oh wicked wind that roams the hills
And sadly snaps the daffodils;
Who breaks the branches of the trees
And dances on a playful breeze.
I heard you screeching as you passed
With a lusty, loud and boisterous blast.
I heard you blow with all your might
Throughout the evening and the night.
Oh whistling wind with woeful wail
You leave destruction in your trail
And whirling waves toss ships at sea
As, unrestrained, you wander free.
Trees tremble as you pass them by
With melancholy, mournful cry.
Clouds quickly scuttle overhead;
Small creatures dash away in dread.
Oh wild, wild wind, your driving force
That causes strife has no remorse,
And yet your breeze, so cool and sweet,
Brings respite from our summer’s heat.
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Look for lots and lots of alliteration in my poem. Josie