Windy Days

Windy days, Windy nights.

Some trees move from side to side,

Some trees hit the power lines.

Some sisters are very little

they usually get a fright,

and houses are all

lit with candles

it's really quite sight,

Then we all jump in one bed

and have a pillow fight.

I tell spooky stories ,

well into the night .

Then we finally fall asleep,

we hold each other tight,

Until the morning rises

and everything is

Alright.

By kathlynn ,7 years

Picture taken @ Auckland Museum - Dressup's corner