The storm grew
It's nearly due
nail yourself in
time runnin thin
cars flying by
gravity they defy
horse in the air
we all did stare
were down in the cellar
all clung together
we wish for hope
and a flat bottom boat
the storm blew by
now a nice blue sky
we thought we were going to die
but the sun is shining.
and we are home and dry
Well, I'm glad you all survived! Spring is always a good time for tornadoes here in Michigan but I've never actually experienced one yet (knock on wood) . Glad this had a happy ending Dave! Sincerely, Mary
David, life is a source of storm...enduring within....interesting poem. kathup
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dave...As you probably know...we get some doozies here in Canada too! Hugs, Dee