Storms

by CD Richards

When skies grow dark and winds begin to howl,
the animals seek shelter from the storm.
One rusty panel on our ancient shed
is threatening to sail across the field.

The whirlybird that sits upon our roof
spins crazily, as if it were possessed.
Our poor dog, Bella, wants to run and hide;
she looks to us to make the noises stop.

Yet, storms in these parts never last for long,
and soon the clouds and rain give way to sun.
The herd, from shelters, gladly ventures forth,
in search of newly sprouted fresh green pick.

The wildest tempests never get us down,
for each and ev'ry one precedes a lown.

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Today's word: lown (adj. or n.) a calm or quiet state, an area of calm seas.

My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.

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