A Storm Is Brewing
A storm is brewing, strong and proud,
a dense and heavy somber view,
like smoke-filled billows that enshroud
the splendor of earth's sky of blue.
With blankets of gray thunderheads
A storm is brewing, strong and proud;
and as the thick of darkness spreads
they roar their thunder clear and loud.
Neath sky of blue, the storm has plowed;
its eerie colors deeper grow.
A storm is brewing, strong and proud
as gusty winds begin to blow.
The deep, blue sky lies neath the quilt
of patchwork clouds of gray that shroud.
Now blacker still, its anger built;
A storm is brewing, strong and proud.
April 17, 2016
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: The Perfect Storm
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 10/06/2017
~4th Place~
Contest: Hurricanes
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Judged: 09/12/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: A Storm Is Brewing
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 05/15/201
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