We watch an amazing sunset,
filled with many colors.
There's not a cloud insight
until the night... when a thunderstorm comes,
with lots of thunder and lightening, and
then the train sounds, but there is no train.
There is a tornado brewing,
somewhere in the night.
We are being picked up,
and tossed through the air.
-Sara
Very well written, maybe you should elaborate on the colors in the sunset
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Cool poem
ReplyDelete- Martha
Thanks I'll consider your feedback.
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ReplyDeleteVery nice poem! I would seperate insight and use punctuation after (.) to make it more dramatic. Then I would capitalize the word until.
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