The tide tumbled insulting the sand
With a swipe it would wipe
half the white granule land
His power was relentless
Intending intenseness
As he talked it would mock
In his controlling sentence
He was unstoppable, Knowing nothing
Interfered his force through the north
He Remained to drain,
By maintaining his course
The plot thickened,
As his windy ally whistled
Destruction to the plane,
Hurricane was the name
Damage beyond repair,
Weather these psychopaths even cared
The only bleak chance they had,
Was a man like their dad,
He was brave &he was bold
It was old man winter,
Slowing them down with his cold


© Mr.Baldwinpositive1