Thunder-Cast Poem by Thomas Plotz

Will I, ever, make it home?
Will I, ever, find my way?

I pray, for sunnier skies, today
Will I, ever find my way?

Storms rolling in the south
Hook echo, present in the clouds

Shrouds our world from view
Oh… that shrouds our world

Dark grey thunder-cast
Please let me see on past

That shrouds, our world from view

Oh… will I ever, make it home?
Will I ever, find my way?

A little closer everyday
Will I ever, find my way?

Will I ever, find my way?

T. Plotz
Thunder-Cast
7 April 2017