Mini Tornadoes.The wind blows gently, and slowly
turns twirling leaves into mini tornadoes,
deserted is the cobblestone street
as the police man walks a lonely beat.
Shining warmly down does the sun
smiling on joggers on their morning run
while people play in the park having fun.
The park is a luscious green,
filled with tall oak trees
and play equipment for children,
there is only one red brick building,
it is the toilet kept nice and clean,
it shines in the sun with a glossomar sheen.
The water surrounding the park is a clear blue
I walk around it hand in hand with you
we have a love that is true.
As the police man walks a lonely beat
along the deserted cobblestone street,
the wind, blows gently and slowly turns
twirling leaves into mini tornadoes.
Poetry by liz munro
Read 101 times
Written on 2020-01-25 at 02:02
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email