Clouds and wind collide on high
Inviting rain and hail
Frightened children cower, cry
Canines whine and wail.
Blasts of thunder rock the night
Deadly pounding growl
Terrify with forceful plight
Twister on the prowl!
Grip of force destroys the land
Its path a torrid rage
Respecting not the lives at hand
All the world its stage.
Erratic path, it builds and grows
Pummeling the ground
Until at last its final throes
Leave nothing else around
Sun will shine and skies will clear
Nothing left the same
Memories now etched with fear
In a Twister’s name!
Written by: Lori Lee Nelson
4 comments:
What a great description of this occurance both via photo and poem!
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AWESOME.......................STORMIE
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You paint with your words, a picture even more vivid than that of the camera! Beautifully written!
Rose
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Vey nicely done, Lori. Geoff
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