Joey’s+Amazing+Original+Poetry

These are my poems...

Wind The wind is a thing so gentle at touch It blows with a might to blow the brush But fear, in a storm it will give you a shove With the power of the water crashing down in the rain It will beat the ground with horrible pain.

The Quake Once or twice a year the ground will shake you with fear Of the ground cracked and shaking and break the silence Yet to be returned your body will venture to where it was created,