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)

natural disasterssnowwindwinterfree verse

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