Tornado spinning round and round,
Everything flying off the ground.
Starting off very small, then growing oh so tall.
Feel its force on your hand,
As it lifts everything off the land.
Hear the loudness of the whistle,
Aiming for us like a missile.
Moving one way and then the other,
Everyone runs or hides for cover.
Everything near it stands in fear,
As it calmly disappears.
by Aayaan Hussain (6)
Cranbrook Primary School, Ilford
Competition - Sense Poetry
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