Twister
Behold the power of the wind,
twisting spiral force within,
crossing, it inhales the lake,
ancient oak trees snap and break.
Lofty trees crash to the ground.
amazingly, without a sound.
So sudden, this phenomenon,
in an instant, it was gone.
Stunned, in shock, we peered outside,
the yard, a twister's homicide.
Massive trees, both tall and thick,
centuries old, yet felled that quick.
Of course, the tree most heavy-set,
crushed and totaled my Corvette.
And though I'm glad no one was hurt,
(I know it could have been much worse),
I really loved that thoroughbred,
and wished it'd crushed the van instead.
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