Victim Of A Storm
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Kayla Groombridge, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2013
Trees swayed over my head,
And cast their leaves around,
Until they gave up their gentle grasp,
And floated down to the ground,
Once they’d settled down once more,
A breeze scooped them up again,
The breeze was followed by growling thunder,
And then finally came the rain,
I quickly sheltered under a tree,
The very wrong thing to do,
The fact about sheltering under trees in storms,
Is very, very true,
The lightning bolts came closer and closer,
Until I could feel their heat,
I suddenly panicked and dashed around,
On my tired and soaking feet,
The thing I fearing most of all happened,
I slipped up in the mud,
And a lightning bolt hit me right in the chest,
With a strangely, sickening ‘Thud’,
"Oh why? Why? WHY?" did I set off?
On this foolish endeavour,
And no one will be there to comfort me,
When I close my eyes forever.