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Prairie Storm
“Prairie Storm” The air turned Deadly still, The trees no Longer swayed, The horses neighed, The church bells rang Rabbits ran For their caves. Old men rushed To close their doors. Storm on the Rise! Storm on the Rise! Twister but a mile! Be here in a while! Hurry, grab the kids To the cellar quick. We haven’t the time To worry. It’s coming with a fury The clouds grew deadly black As deadly black can get. Whipping and churning, Rumbling and growling, Twisting and swirling, A tail was coming With a vengeance it came: Bolting and striking, Snapping and crackling, Exploding and blasting, The tail kept churning. The roof from the Barn was thrown. The windows in the House were blown. The trees ripped From their roots. The horses ran. The rain Came pounding. The hail Came battering. The wheat field Turned to straw. Up from the cellar The family rose. The mother poured tears. The father fell to his knees. The little ones clung To mother’s skirt. There was little left. His dreams disappeared. The neighbors Came calling. The storm unkind. He lost his mind. The church bells rang.
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