Wind
Ursula Nafula
Marion Drew
The wind roars.
It roars past our home.
The wind is powerful.
It tears my kite from my hand.
I run after my kite.
The wind blows me away from the kite!
The wind becomes a storm.
It carries my kite higher and higher.
The tornado swallows me up!
I see nothing, I touch nothing.
Where is my kite now?
Perhaps it is caught in a tree.
Perhaps my kite is still flying in the sky.
The wind finally dies down.
I am still spinning.
When I stop spinning I look around.
Where did the wind go?
I cannot see my kite anywhere.
I cannot hear the wind anymore.
Perhaps tomorrow I will find my kite.
Now, I must go home, before the wind starts to roar again.
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Wind
Author - Ursula Nafula
Adaptation - Ursula Nafula
Illustration - Marion Drew
Language - English
Level - First sentences
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Creative Commons: Attribution 4.0
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