Earlier this week I came across some old school projects; a few poems I wrote all the way back in Year 9 - 2002
Anyway, they brought back a lot of memories and I thought i'd share one. :)

I can remember writing this one well. My family and I were traveling back from Robe (South Australia) where we had just completed the 'Robe to Beachport run.'
My Mum and I were travelling in my very first car; a Lada Niva.
As I was still on my learners permit my Mum decided to drive, as it was quite late at night. It was also the night when an enormous storm hit. The rain was like a blanket across the windscreen, the wind thrashed my little car violently and the thunder roared with such ferocity, it was almost deafening.
I wrote the poem below whilst Mum drove us home that night. Now, I was only a child when I wrote it, so I am not looking for praise as I am well aware it needs work. I am simply sharing a fond writing memory of mine. :)


The Gods

The Gods are fighting,
The peace is no more.
With weapons of lightning,
And thunderous roars.
The sky is filled with anger,
As the clouds begin to cry.
The wind whispers the word danger,
For the fear someone is going to die.
With one last tremendous roar,
The fight is over,
it's an end to the war.
But the clouds are still crying,
For the damage is done.
But not long after,
They are all blessed with a smile from the sun.