Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Oklahoma Dust Storm


It was a wicked storm that time
The red dirt turned into dust
It covered everything it saw
Our world looked just like rust

It looked like a volcano
Blew its top and spouted red
But it wasn’t a volcano
It was a dust storm instead

Our earth looked like another
Why Steve was just a child
He looked around astonished
The weather was so very wild

Everything was unrecognizable
Layered with this tarnished red
Just didn’t seem possible
It was something we truly dread

But you know, you do whatever
You have to with the conditions
Brush things off and go on
With nature you’re in submission!

Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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  • Patti Masterman (9/27/2009 9:15:00 PM)

    You can say that again. And we've got those frightening twisters..sure there's no ocean and not many mountains but we've got our own variations of all the weather found on earth..(smile) (Report) Reply

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