Fog Poem

Angus wrote this poem during a wet morning tea time. He was inspired by two other poems about fog, including Carl Sandburg's poem which compares the fog to a a creeping cat.

Fog

Wrapping around you like a blanket,
Haunting people because it is a ghost.
With no colours, just plain white,
Blinding people.
Finally the fog goes away, leaving a sunny day.
The birds fly around, the bees come out of their hive,
And kids play outside all day.
No-one in the town is inside.

By Angus