Storm

When Kylie, Kelly, Lindsey, and I lived on the farm in Colorado we experienced several tornado's. There were a few that touched down within a block or two from the house, and another time one headed straight for the school where the kids were as I watched. I prayed harder then words
can say. However, Tornado's intrigue me, and they scare me, living on the farm inspired this poem called Storm.
Windmills spin creating havoc
chimes clang violently.

Cries wale through windows
not closed.

Limbs from elm trees whip
in three beat time.

Immortal strength and moaning,
explode in darkened sky.

Lightning striking, hail colliding,
while wheat harps whine.

Chimes chant
after the storm subsides.

Slumber is forsaken, rain is
splashing melodies.

Fashioned with resolution,
the farm house conquers.

Sounds in the subduing expanse
a victorious sonata echos.