Anger Against The Land
Poem By Marilyn Lott
The sun comes up as usual
Folks go about their chores
Expecting life to be the same
Like a tide that flows on shore.
And then things start to happen
The sky turns deadly dark
A funnel cloud begins to form
And fright begins to spark.
A tornado forms up in the sky
Oh yes, many people know
That this is the time to realize
They'd better find a safe place to go.
Lives are taken, homes demolished
This mass is a destructive thing
And no one knows exactly
What this wicked storm will bring.
I guess it's a phenomenon
Only experts are able to understand
Nature shows a destructive side
Like anger against the land!