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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A breath of fresh air, after the table was cleared we had poured ourselves, one last sip of wine We marveled a bit over the dip of the sun An interlude, before the tint had resigned to the gun-metal gray, and a time to reside Our solitude broken and it changed on a dime Unprepared for the guest, which came in a flash A gash cut by lightning lit up through the dust without even hinting, as flint hit the stone A grumbling sky, turned the blush trembling cold A roar of the wind, where a beast could be heard all that was peaceful, became quite disturbed Over rolls of the hills, it stalked like a cat a monster, of clouds, on gray bobcat feet with lynx-like eyes, and with billowing fur that spurned tranquil eyes, on the softer retreat A fierce witch's brew, uncoiled with wrath with wind from the breast of sage and the dunes Gliding in from the fields, to rage and to seize where pillars and posts would snap, just to please Eerie sounds whistled through the long window sills The peace no longer held calm or a still Angry whips with each breath, cracking fearsome with sound Pounding with rain, gnashing teeth, with each round Shingles turned loose to mingle with limbs The thunder, was plundering, and peeling the plains Rain gushing down, forging new creeks pushing fast rivulets and forging new steel We wait until the wrath has spent all it's worth With gusto, and grit, .... until a last final vent A tantrum with wiles, till the cat takes a bow The monster has gone, to climb to the hills _____________________________________________ For P.D.'s Contest: "Epic Sightings" Picture #2
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