Blizzard

“Blizzard” Thundering down the valleys Tearing across the plains Ten thousand steel horses Their nostrils spitting steam Bodies tense with anger The bastard Boreas Coming to claim his script A monstrous armada Assembled in the Dakotas Let loose its cannons In the Nebraska hills Raining yellow dust From hell in the early Morning light. Huge nightmarish clouds Filled the sky Mother cows braying Horses stomping Jack rabbits scurrying Black birds fleeing Weather man says Storm on the rise Laden with dynamite Screaming and howling Whipping and pounding Bashing and thrashing The ten thousand came Their hatred brewing Their ears laid back The demons raged The man ran inside His adobe home The door refused to close The shutters shook The tar papered roof Began to tear A mother feared The trees bent The angry winds raged Tearing them apart Limb by limb A blinding “Blizzard” The brown dirt turned white As mountainous drifts grew The insanity of it all Off to school Nineteen children went In old Chevy bus Card boarded windows Lost in a ditch That bastard Boreas Claimed his script A monument now sits Frozen in time It was 1931 Towner, Colorado Inspired by Towner Bus Tragedy “Lost in a Blizzard” (March 26, 1931)