The wind blew a Gale.

I have a home amongst the fruit trees, the tall old pear, below it remains a small plum encased with shadows there
a cherry apple in the corner by the new and standing fence

And a grand old apple tree in the centre
Acting as defence, you see the old wind blew a Gale and lifted high' 
The trampoline flipped it on its side
Furious and mean

In flattened the clothes line standing, almost hit the back of the house

Crazed and fast, and whistling, not quiet like a mouse.