The Eye of the Tornado
In the eye of a tornado,
Spinning rapidly.
Watching it passed,
While roped to a tree.
While spinning colors, psychedelically.
Air, wind and mass,
Destruction of houses are sad.
Lots of angels were helping her.
Making sure she was not getting hurt.
While that tornado was spinning through.
There was not one scratch on her or a bruise.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2010
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