What a blusterous morning! <br />(images of Owl's house) <br /> <br />What a wild and woolly morning! <br /> <br />What a wind-moaning <br />face-freezing <br />push-me-pull-you sort of morning! <br /> <br />I fought my bucking umbrella. <br /> <br />The air was strewn with bark <br />and the trees roared <br />like a woman in labour. <br /> <br /> <br />A faint murmur of fear <br />hissed conspiratorially <br />What if? <br />Remember owl's house? <br />What if? <br /> <br />I clung to my dog's lead... <br /> <br />Later that day <br />seventy trees <br />crashed to the ground. <br />Seventy trees <br />uprooted in their prime. <br />Seventy trees <br />from the womb of their mother <br />untimely ripped! <br /> <br />The next day <br />when the wind had died, <br /> I offered a silent prayer <br />to life <br />and my dog.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-trees-roared/
