Twas towards evening in the town
just a little
before sundown
when toward the east
came a twister
a mile wide
like a beast
to late to hide
it touched down with rave
about ten feet
from my grandpas grave
followed the street
like a tiver
marked the road
to the river
full of wrath as it was goin'
cleared a path
and hurt no one
leaving trees bear of limbs and bark
most of the residents
at the fair in the park
just luck no one was killed
as on the red rock road
natures wrath
was spilled
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I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant images here Ernest...I feel like I am standing watching it all....thank you for this...Fi