Written by Nicole Wellings
2009
''Twas a clear, blue, bright day
At the edge of the Midnight Bay,
Children happy, wanting to play.
Just then, the sky turned grey.
Clouds gathering,
People scattering,
I looked up to see
What was happening,
A flash of lightning,
Fearful and frightening,
Frightened everyone away.
The people came back
And saw the destruction,
And immediately started
The re-construction.
''Twas a clear, blue, bright day
At the edge of the Midnight Bay,
Children happy, running to play.
Never again did the sky turn grey.
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The Collection of My Past, Vol. 1
PoetryAt the age of 11, poetry became an obsession. Some of my poems were, well, in need of help; however, others were actually very well put together. I decided to pull all of my poem works together and publish them for others to read, and, to maybe eve...
