Shawn Randall Poet I do not know?

May 3rd

In May of '99
My city went pitch black
Sounds from beyond
Like bombs over Iraq
An F5 tornado ripped
Through the alley
Tearing homes apart
Leaving debris in the valley
Winds whipped around
With a devastating force
Leaving 42 dead
In its demolitioned course
Telephone poles 
Uprooted from the ground
Roaring through the sky
A breath taking sound
Scared under a table
My safety route was planned
The next day in the paper
Headlines read WASTELAND
Next day at school
Alot on my mind
Prayed for the lost
And those they couldn't find
Now when you say tornado
Only one thing can be heard
Remember the day
Known as May 3rd

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Leokadia Durmaj January 8, 2011 at 8:45 PM So many tragic events come to be, all over the world is seen everyday. So many things are out of our control. Very well written, you do express your poetic words well.

Carol Sunshine Brown January 3, 2011 at 3:46 AM What a way to start out my New Year reading such exceptional poetry. Thank you for starting the new year out with us sharing your wonderful poetry Shawn. Love, Carol