Tom Wright Poet Rhyme

The Tornado

The Tornado
By: Tom Wright
2/11/99 

Against the backdrop
Of a puffy black cloud.
Lightening,
Raced across the sky.
Rolling thunder
Rumbled loud.
No rain yet
The ground is dry.

Lightening,
Just struck a popular tree.
Its twisted trunk
Is now ablaze.
If I were tall
That would be me.
Squinting to see
Through smoky haze.

A roaring wind,
Sounds of a train I hear.
Being pelted now
With hail so hard.
Sensing,
That a funnel might be near.
It's promptly to the cellar
From the yard.

From cellar steps
I count funnels three.
Aloft, I watch debris
Of swirling tin and more.
Now they appear
A quarter mile from me.
Mothers yelling,
Son, get in and bar the door.

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David Mchattie April 8, 2019 at 3:00 PM I've only seen one tornado in my life, and that was in the 1980's in Saskatchewan. How people do it every year is beyond me. Nice poem.

Darlene De Beaulieu April 7, 2019 at 6:23 PM Hello Tom Wright, I have never experience being in a tornado. Just by reading this poem. i hope to never be in one. Have a nice evening my friend. Tom Wright April 7, 2019 at 6:29 PM Darlene, my last one missed our house in 2011 but we had 90 mile winds and we had damage and lost 32 trees; but living in tornado alley is always scary and it's that time of year again. But God is good. Hope you have a good week. Tom