In class writing for the week of Feb 28-Mar 2

EZ Bake 10 Minute Poem

Twister

The storm cloud is forming right above our heads,
There's not much time left to prepare for the worst.
Mother is worried about all her little children,
She's going crazy like a kitten in a haystack.
A huge whirl of wind blows throughout the yard,
the twister has made it's way and left a distructive path.
'This storm won't lick us," Mother did yell,
She was so sure that we would all make it through.
Now still today I miss her deeply.
And I can still hear her voice as the tordano takes her away.