The storm is a charging bull,
Dangerous and destructive.
It runs quickly across the raging clouds.
The air rumbles with the sound of its feet,
It slashes the air and rips down bushes with its
razor sharp horns.
With its giant horns it tramples over buildings,
Completely untameable , it will not stop for red.
Crashing, snorting and raging,
fast and furious.
The storm is a crazy alligator
One sunny day an alligator was playing
A grey alligator, running in the water
It splashed into the water
with a giant spalash!
With a giant gust of rain
Completely, the alligator ran into a wall
Gently the alligator calmed down
and let the people get away
The storm is a powerful snow leopard.
Unstoppable and vicious.
It charges and hurtles across the trees.
Like a giant, crumbled, grey/white bulhlouer.
The air rumbles with the sound of wicked laughs.
It runs as fast of one blink of an eye.
With it running sometimes gets very thirsty
The storm is a furious lion, powerful and dangerous .
It runs quickly across the dark blue sky
like a gigantic, fierce, amber lion, the sound of a stamping elephant.
It slashes in the green grass and rips down plants with its sharp claws.
With its giant hooves it charges over trees
Completely untamed, it will stop for nobody.
Crashing, snorting and raging,
clumsy, wild, furious
It snapped of his windmill
and snow started to fall
and everything was frozen.
The farmer was so sad.
The wind was howling.
He went to bed.
He could hear the wind howling.
The strong wind
Its stamping feet
It is directed and stampeding
It clumped and raged
The storm is a poisonous bat
The bat squeaks like a mouse
It hangs upside down
it flies across the cave
it can hear everything
it crashes across the cave
it is angry
You used to remind me of a refreshing drink
But now you are the icy river in the winter
You used to be the water I plunged my face into
But now you are the harsh, freezing bucket to wake me up
You used to be cold water
But now I know, your heart is freezing
I dumped my coat and bag
gingerly, so gingerly I walked to a stray silky cat
in the classroom,I tiptoed away
from the cat who stared at me
with beaming green eyes.
Suddenly, everyone stopped and stared
the cat stunk like a pig.
The board froze in surprize,
even the teacher stared in fear
The cat became friendly
it gasped when it saw a mouse
There was a silence
Everyone stared and walked away!
Wonderful discos get people in the groove
and it gets me to move.
Around we go, around the school
until our teacher Miss Jordan left
we were so sad and tearful, like me.
Lovely teachers teach us alot
it’s really sad
but I forgot
my work, I was told off.
I went to a ceremony to meet the master drapers.
I’ve met my new teacher, who is fun
I’m going to year 5 in September and I can’t wait
Me and my friends can’t wait, we can’t bear it
Thank you for reading my poem.
The storm is a fierce wolf.
Unstoppable and wide-eyed.
It sprints across the dark sky.
Like a dark, blinding night moon.
The air rumbles with the sound of a deafening, wild howl.
It runs in the snowy, gloomy woods, making footprints in the deep snow.
With its rough paws, it tramples over the landscape.
Completely steady on its feet, it will never stop running.
Raging, sprinting, jumping over everything.
Thoughtless, outrageous and uninvited.