Storm - Poem by cecil hickman
From the mountaintops down thru valleys.
Excited, full of nature’s fury.
Flowing from west to east.
Like breath from a giant beast.
Whipping - all- To and fro.
I feel helpless.
And completely amazed.
With this fabulous creature.
Which must be crazed.
Hear the whistle.
Listen to the wail.
A 60 - mile per hour - gale.
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