A Cold Night

• Jiahui Shen, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Winds whistle through the trees
Threatening clouds glare fiercely above
Families huddle at the fireplace as they battle against their enemy
nobody likes a cold night


Freezing cattle,struggling to keep warm
village doors swinging freely on their hinges
as rain punch indiganantly on the farmer's fragile roofs
Thunder booms accompanied by lightening
nobody likes a cold night


Morning arrives
Scowling villagers curse and shout as they discover their ruined yard
Farmers shake their fists as they see their cattle,as lifeless as dolls
Bales of straw,scattered everywhere.
the enemy has won again.