Bombastous Zephyr
There’s a bombastous zephyr blowing outside
Swinging the street signs from side to side;
Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust,
I’m inhaling more dirt with every big gust;
My eyelids are caked with soil and grime,
Forcing my sideways time after time;
When will this bombastous zephyr subside,
Cause it’s getting tougher with every stride;
The wind is blowing my hair in my face,
But I plunge on forward with awkward grace;
The treetops are bending with ever big blast,
As I wonder silently how long it can last;
I feel like Dorothy in the tornado’s clutch,
This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much!
~For Paula Swanson's Contest~
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