Storms in Bangladesh
One hundred and forty thousand people died in one night,
If people didn't die they came home in fright.

Tropical storms came from over the sea,
It blew away my scared family and me.

Half of my family were never found ,
They were blown across the hard wet ground.

The last cyclone was at least thirty years ago,
So that is why no one took note.

Now I suppose it's to late,
It must have been fate.

I miss the rest of my family,
I'm just glad they found me!
Gemma
Blythe Bridge High School

The Disaster of my life
No home, no job,
What do I do,
Looking for my family,
Brothers, sisters and grandparents too.

I’m scared of any more shivers,
Down my back and on the ground,
Wishing it’ll be all over,
Carrying myself through this unwanted land.

I hear no sound but lots of action,
Running through my mind,
Nothing ahead of me except for,
Hope, faith and determination.

I cry myself to sleep each night,
Dreaming someone will rescue me,
Cold and hungry but still in touch,
With life itself to pray for.

I open my eyes to feel a pain,
In my leg that starts to tingle,
I turn my head and look in fear,
To see if it is broken.

I hear a sound, where’s it coming from,
Something running towards me,
It smiles at me, what should I do,
I look at it and shout with glee.

It takes me to an ambulance,
I know its warm and safe,
Looking at the people,
Who will hopefully save my life.

Do I die or do I live
In this horrid place call home.
Ashton
Endon High School

The Wind
The wind can rip, destroy and tear,

Vandalise without a care.

The wind shout and howl and scream,

Like something out of a bad dream.

At other times it’s just a breeze,

Gentle calm and at an ease.

The wind is just one big surprise,

That holds within a lot of lies.

The autumn wind is sympathetic,

But you’re all fools you just don’t get it.

In minutes that’s a rushing gale,

With sharp teeth and a dragon’s tail.

The wind can nick your nice new hats,

Or minus the lives of unfortunate cats.

Some people say the wind’s alive,

And without it we can’t survive.

I just hope that this is all cabbage,

Or we’re all in for some serious damage.

Liverpool College

David

Wind, What is wind?
Wind, what is wind?

Well, wind is a green field,

On a fresh morning.

It can be as hard as a rock,

But it will blow us apart.

Wind, What is wind?

Wind is a broad path,

Becoming broader each day.

It can be as busy as a bee,

Just to work through its shift.

Wind, What is wind?

Wind is a twister, tornado or typhoon,

A hurricane, a cyclone, a gale.

It can be as wise as a bat,

Just to fool us.

Wind, What is wind?

I don’t know, what is wind?

Liverpool College

Sarah

Tornado
The raging beast

Rushes through the sky

Over mountains and rivers and oceans and seas

Destroying everything in its path

But in its wrath

It does not stop

It does not think

Of who or what was in its path

Liverpool College

Tom

Weather
As the moist wind blows,

The air turns cold,

And the countryside howls,

Ice forms like mould.

The rain patters down,

Fisherman head for shore,

Shepherds faces start to frown,

Young boys just want more.

The rain settles down,

People poke their heads outside,

But here comes another cloud,

To make a high tied.

This time it’s snow,

As the log fires are lit,

The mothers want it to go,

But the boys are having a fit!

All is quiet,

As the morning draws in,

Last night was a riot,

To sleep you needed a gin!

Liverpool College

Tom

Shearing the tops of houses and trees,

Tearing peoples lives into wreckage,

Oblivious of the extremes, we laugh in the face of danger, but then it comes

Raving in and out of everywhere,

Making cities, towns, and village just look a jumble in the world.

Liverpool College

Richard

The Storm
I watched from my bedroom window as the rain hammered against the windowpane.

It was a bitterly cold and miserable night and the storm was in full fury.

"CRACK"

Went the lighting as it connected with somebody’s chimney.

"BANG"

Sounded the thunder as it swept over the bleak houses.

I had never seen a storm as ferocious as this one, before. It was eerie and mysterious.

With a roaring crack, which seemed to last an age, the sky turned blue and the storm was gone.

Liverpool College

Dennis