Storms In Fields So Wasted, As Tasted! Poem by Michael Gale

Flowers in fields littered with weeds,
Munching all day, this grass, engorged into
Pinto's, Palimino's, black Apaloosa's or
blonde good natured steeds! This day's
winded breeze, Sends butterflies scattered
off their first intended courses, As
bothersome flies muster and cluster at the
tail's of many horses! Clouded days with
lightenin' at hand, Brings many a
misfortunate storm's gales to spread and
part the beache's waves, and mounds of
windshaped sand! Jellyfish gut the beach so
far, Emerged of half it's body, in water,
remains a sinking old car! Funneled winds
lay danger and waste, As this is nature's
mete out justice for man to taste! God's own
judgement is handed down throughout the
land, This is the almighty God's, ways that
were planned! 11-19-2005'.