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The Weather
| by Felicity Bullock |
| For the autumn 2012 meeting of the Poetry Group, members were encouraged to write a poem on the subject of the weather, perhaps reflecting on the lovely hot summer that we didn't have this year. |
The rain it raineth every day
Upon the just and the unjust Or so they say It must be coming from the west In heavy cloud bursts, More suited to the ducks Than to you or me. The north wind doth blow And we shall have snow Cold fronts will come through With sleet and blizzards. It may look pretty But how we shiver And add a layer. The wind coming from the south Brings with it warmth at last The sun shines out everything looks bright We venture out Along the lanes and pathways To wonder at the beauty all about. When the wind comes from the east It is said to bring blasts from Russia Or from the continent at least. It may be cold, Or it may be warm High or low pressure It’s still from the east. |
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