Storm Over Holland Poem by William Barton
Storm Over Holland
From the east, grey clouds
Scout the sky, occupy the horizon.
Chillingly, efficiently,
Barrages of hail and rain
Fall from black artillery
Till all the land is subdued.
Water brims in ditches lining fields.
Raindrops enrich the rising corn.
Trees shake themselves dry.
Sepia houses and farmsteads
Dissolve to red roofs, long white roads,
Blue sky and orange sun.
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