Dear Sally,
I enjoyed this, but did feel the final line was an anti-climax. Singing
ballads seems much too mild a description after the roaring and howling...
Kind regards,
grasshopper
Storm
Wind all day, rain around the country -
a traveller from Oban saying, ³wild²,
a message from Skye before a thunderstorm.
In Callander, it rained in sweeping bands
between refreshed clear intervals,
but the storm skirted, never came our way,
till now at night in brilliant moonlight
shadows race eagerly as clouds,
the bare woods roar in excitement,
branches howl like animals,
evergreen helmets romp and sough,
and outside the treesı moon shadows
cower humble listeners,
the weather herself singing ballads.
Sally Evans
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