by David Greygoose
'What's that creature that rattles the roof?'
'Hush, it's only the storm.'
'What's blowing the tiles and the branches off?'
'Hush, it's only the storm.'
'What's riding the sky like a wild white horse,
Flashing its teeth and stamping its hooves?'
'Hush, my dear, it's only the storm,
Racing the darkness till it catches the dawn.
Hush, my dear, it's only the storm,
When you wake in the morning, it will be gone.'
from Poetry by Heart: A Child's Book of Poems to Remember
compiled by Liz Attenborough
Scholastic 2001
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