Mary Newlon

Tornado - Poem by Mary Newlon

The gusts of the wind, blast,
Ripping houses from there planted down beds.
The blowing ceases to last
But it’s enough to cause some to be dead
To watch a loved one fly to there death
Is too painful for describing
We watch them fall and hold our breath
As we listen to friends subscribing
Our land is flat
And it makes us prone
To bring us up to that
And just might take us to our heavenly home.

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  • (1/30/2008 10:17:00 AM)

    Did you check your spelling' e.g., 'there' and 'their'? And did you geta dictionary? What is the definition of 'subscribing'? The word has to fit the sense of your idea.

    In Oneness, /Fred
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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