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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A lovely day, the eighth of May, with sunshine and light breeze You could not tell, that all’s not well and we felt safe at ease A little blip, a video clip, showed damage way out west But that was far, and could not mar our little place of rest The march of time, brought clouds that climb, into an angry sky And soon the voice, gave us a choice, as winds began to fly I stood and watched, the radar notched, and signified a storm I waited to see, the possibility, of it’s mighty form In lapsing light, at infamous heights, they formed and went away With funnels strong, it was not long, I heard the voice say “Take cover NOW, the storms somehow, are imminent and direct” So in a panic, acting quite frantic, we sought a way to protect As sullen skies stopped, the stillness topped our deep distraught concern And all was still, and quiet until, the skies began to turn Clouds regrouped, and trees were scooped, like toothpicks they did snap And running fast, entrance at last, was like a treasure map We were inside, seeking to hide, from winds and funnel cones Windows broke, and trees did stroke, our little country home Our chimney fell, the stones did sail, the rocks blasted our roof The wind and rain, sound like a train, the damage is the proof Well I must say, it went away, as fast as it had started It seemed much longer, as it was stronger, just before it parted It buried the cars, with trees like bars, in only thirty seconds With doors blocked, the driveway socked, and freedom clearly beckoned We were blessed, and if you guessed, this was real and true In cleanup mode, our small abode, with so much left to do I ache for those, whose loss arose, to greater heights than this With nature’s aim, no one’s to blame, just pray it goes amiss
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