A poem called Winter Gales 

A poem called Winter Gales 

Those cold winter gales that bit those people's skin.

As we see people clambering to keep themselves warm from those gales that could be heard, leaving a path of destruction as trees lay shattered on the ground.

We hear the sound of shuddering teeth during the howling wind blowing winter gales.

These winter gales never seem to stop as anything can become a cropper due to the winter gales causing crazy tales about the winter gales' force, which seems to bring damage to people's property and to human life to death too as the winter gales have so many hidden stories about the winter peoples keep themselves safe and well winter gales but unfortunately without power food and shelter due winter gales and strong storms that we have seen or experienced in many years of our lives.