Storm Dudley Poem by David Wood

The cold wind is whipping
The rain filled clouds
Into a wild frenzy
In nights dark shrouds.

As storm Dudley strikes hard
Wherever it blows,
With raging waves at sea
To add to sailors woes.

Rolling down dark cold towns,
And trees on land
Topple over like ten pins,
At the winds command.

Pity the homeless cold and wet
As they wander to and fro
Nowhere dry to sleep
As they have nowhere else to go.

As you sit in your warm home
As snug as snug can be,
Lets hope your roof
Is not destroyed by a darn falling tree.