Ann Gilmour Poet Rhyme

Scary Sounds of Nature

Swirling, whirling, twirling
Hurling, throwing, tossing
These words describe 
the gale force wind
travelling overhead
Making it impossible
to sleep inside my bed
Outside there is chaos
flying pots are all around
Delicate plants are severed
from their roots deep in the ground
I wish for peace and quiet
but outside it is a riot
So I will sit it out till dawn
I’m very sleepy, start to yawn
Is it passing I am asking
No, the roaring’s everlasting
Swirling, whirling, twirling
Hurling, throwing, tossing


Written 10th November 2018

Contest: WEEK 1 MARCH 2019,
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Vladislav Raven November 12, 2018 at 11:03 AM Hi Ann, I finally got here, have been having laptop problems. You describe the gales we have here in Britain so well. I close my eyes and I can live the stormy winds. So destructive they can be. Touch wood, here in the part of Scotland, where I live, there haven't been many gales, lots of rain mind you. I do love the rain. You give the gale true life and substance. Loved the content Ann. Have a wonderful monday. Hugs....Mike. XX Ann Gilmour November 12, 2018 at 1:26 PM Thanks for your great comments Mike, so nice to hear from you. Yes after the most wonderful summer here in sunny Eastbourne, we are suddenly being punished! Today we had torrential rain and hailstones - incredible! Oh well, we do love to talk about the weather, haha. Kindest thoughts from Ann x

Caren Krutsinger November 9, 2018 at 6:48 PM I was captured, tossed, wind-blown swirled and whirled, by this sweet hurling, throwing, tossing missive, my friend! I like the way its life has danced into mine. Ann Gilmour November 9, 2018 at 6:57 PM Haha, I am feeling a bit like Dorothy at the moment and hoping I don't get blown to Oz! It is 12.50 am in southern England with driving rain and gales, I hope it's much better with you Caren. Thanks for your lovely comments especially 'I like the way its life has danced into mine' I love that! Have a good evening, Ann x