Twister Poem by Juan Olivarez

Twister on the ground,
Heading right for me.
Terrible roaring sound,
Instinct is to flee.

Drop down in the holding pond,
Low as I can get, .
The ground and I we have a bond,
And I'm soaking wet.

O'er the pond the twister roars,
And I watch as it recedes.
Back into the cloud it soars,
As I watch it from the reeds.

Now the rain really lets fly,
And hail the size of dimes,
Comes thundering from the skies,
These are not the best of times.

Black and blue I head for home,
Older wiser and alive.
Scared to death I walk alone,
Oh the tales I will contrive.

7/2/10 Alton Texas
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