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Distant Storm

I perched myself atop a concrete wall, One that kept the hill from sliding down, And, from there, I watched a heavy squall That threatened the heart of our tiny town. In the distance I saw a tornado forming Seething, angry, nature’s purposed revenge, Strange viewing afar a storm performing Like a despondent drunk going on a binge. In those moments I felt like an intruder, Though I was very far away, and guiltless Bundled up against the chill of the winter, Unlike a homeless waif, cold and quiltless, I had sought the perfect place of fortitude When nature rudely interrupted my solitude.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/25/2022 1:23:00 AM

I often feel like this "In those moments I felt like an intruder, Though I was very far away, and guiltless" but did not have the right words. These are the write words Hank.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 1/25/2022 9:24:00 AM

Thanks. I myself like this little poem for some reason.

Bryan Norton

Date: 1/24/2022 7:22:00 PM

Distant storms take many forms. Great piece of writing, on one of my favorite subjects. Take care.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 1/24/2022 7:55:00 PM

That is so true and metaphorically sound, Bryan. Thanks for your thoughtful comment.

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 1/24/2022 5:37:00 PM

You can see for miles when you are perched on a concrete wall. And have profound thoughts when you are quiet and alone. I enjoyed reading this sonnet, Milt, Thank you.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 1/24/2022 7:10:00 PM

Thank you, Shirley. Everyone should do that occasionally... just get off to themselves and take a good look at the surroundings. It's mighty good therapy!