Oklahoma
Oklahoma is not so bad
living with my mom and dad.
Blue, blue skies
bright sun in my eyes.
Wind blowing with furosity,
yes these are the things I see.
Tornados circling through the plains,
hail crashing through my window panes.
Violent lightning striking the ground,
thunder crashing all around.
Then the storms pass on by,
leaving us to wonder why.
Gentle feathered bird in flight,
soaring off into the light.
Bright sunny days back again,
once more watching the blowing wind.
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2008
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