Lon Wartman Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

It's hard to imagine the scenes in this poem but this O poet has seen plenty of them.  They tear the heart right out of your soul.  Some give up and others give it another try. That's life on the prairie, sometimes it's really good and other, pretty darn sad.

Prairie Storm

“Prairie Storm”

The air turned
Deadly still,
The trees no 
Longer swayed,
The horses neighed, 
The church bells rang

Rabbits ran 
For their caves.
Old men rushed
To close their doors.

Storm on the Rise!
Storm on the Rise!
Twister but a mile!
Be here in a while!

Hurry, grab the kids  
To the cellar quick. 
We haven’t the time 
To worry.
It’s coming with a fury

The clouds grew deadly black
As deadly black can get. 
Whipping and churning,
Rumbling and growling, 
Twisting and swirling,
A tail was coming

With a vengeance it came:
Bolting and striking,
Snapping and crackling,
Exploding and blasting,
The tail kept churning.

The roof from the
Barn was thrown.
The windows in the
House were blown.
The trees ripped 
From their roots.
The horses ran.

The rain
Came pounding.  
The hail
Came battering.  
The wheat field 
Turned to straw.

Up from the cellar 
The family rose.
The mother poured tears.
The father fell to his knees.
The little ones clung 
To mother’s skirt.
There was little left.
His dreams disappeared.

The neighbors 
Came calling.
The storm unkind.
He lost his mind.
The church bells rang.

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