For Wallace
Rolling, heavy, grey-green clouds,
Overhead, in a circular motion
Tornado, forming upwards; fear
Your last thoughts, must have been terror
Your last emotion, uncontrolled fear
Train roaring in the sky
Wind, loudly blowing, pushing against life
I cover my ears and weep
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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