The clouds build up above,
brewing up a storm.
The river barrels between rocks,
Creating rapids in the stream.
The rocky hills crumble slowly together
And look as though centuries have passed.
The mountain pass collects dust and dirt,
While it is forced to endure every last spot of rain, wind, thunder and lightning.
The rushing river runs towards the rocks,
Creating a noise like trees thrashing their branches angrily.
Which storm is brewing up here?
What mysteries do these lands hold?
What secrets do the ice-cold waters keep?
In this poem I have been learning to use metaphors and similes.
My poem is currently relational because I have used a few metaphors and similes the connect together to form one image.
My next step is to use more metaphors and connect them emotionally.