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The StormPosted by Gerry on Sunday, May 6, 2007 at 9:59:09 AMThat morning the breeze was light and airy Like fluttering butterflies or dainty fairies Tickling the wind chimes with delicate wings Oh so pleasantly the music of nature rings Covertly the wind became rough and rowdy The beech and sycamore complaining loudly As lightening strikes, causing dread and fear Of death and mayhem drawing rapidly near Beware; beware, the weatherman screamed His warning, for many, too late it seemed In the distance approaching a terrible sound Like wailing banshees and the devils hounds From the higher slopes like a mountain cat Those cruel claws ripping this way and that Spitting vicious contempt, insane with rage More wanton destruction wherever you gaze At the window shutters tearing and shrieking Like souls of the dammed forgiveness seeking Then past the eaves, whistling and screeching Around the chimneypot's howling and weeping Upon the coastline rocks white horses trashing At harbour walls waves pounding and smashing Across the angry sky forked lightening flashing Thors thunderous hammer booming and crashing At last the lord of storms his all has given For the raging elements are no longer driven From their shelters citizens are warily peeping Then give thanks to God for their safekeeping GfB 2003 [ View Thread on Community | Post a Reply or Comment | Sign-Up For an Account ] Comments & Replies |
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