Angela Fletcher

Bradshaw , Bolton , UK

I was born on the 29th March 1964 in Bolton. I am a housewife, mother and have three children, Graham Patrick, Alan George Carla Louise. My husband is Alan Fletcher. We have been married 8 years. My husband is disabled. I enjoying swimming, knitting, a bit of gardening and I also enjoy writing poems. I work in local schools cleaning. I also do school dinners looking after children at dinnertime. My poetry comes from my feelings. I hope when people read my poems they have the same feeling in my poems as I do.

The Streets Are Quiet Now

The streets are quiet now.
The wind is howling
Across the streets at night
Whilst children sleep at night.

The streetlights shine
Through the curtain sat night
And the sky so black you can see the stars.
Looking like diamonds
Shining bright in the night.

The streets are quiet now
How strange it seems at night
Now a sound to be heard till morning breaks
Outside at night

What Weather

The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.

The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
The trees look scary, swish, swoosh,
The wind is getting louder,
Throughout the trees it howls

The trees are blowing
From side to side
Like someone dancing swiftly,
The clouds in the sky are moving quietly
Is the weather ever going to change,
What weather it is today