Poem
im working on a long poem, its so far a 2 part poem i’m unsure how long it will be when i’m done with it.
Tornado
the metallic vines choking the earth and trees,
broken limbs falling to the ground,
the speeding winds from the day before,
the topled trees,
the cruched metal and broken glass,
many morning the lose of thier lives,
thier loved ones taken in a single night,
calls going out,
“are you okay?”
questions asked as realization hits,
tears of haapieness and sarrow hear all around,
many pulling what they can together to start over,
that one horrable and life changing night,
all will remeber,
June 1st 2011
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