Thought I would share one of my poems today. I was remembering the kind of storms from when I was a kid back in East Texas and decided to pen this little poem.
A confession, I tried to add a link for this poem but since I’m technologically challenged I was unsuccessful. I will have to have some of my young friends show me how.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my word play.
Sky’s gettin’ dark like a bad attitude;
“Clouds rumblin’ and grumblin’
Getting in the mood.
Lightnin’ flashes getting mighty close;
Wind whippin’ and twistin’
Getting’ ready for the show.
Raindrops play a staccato tune;
“Maybe she’ll blow by,”
But I spoke too soon.
Rain starts gentle but it doesn’t last;
Hail comes callin’
With a mighty blast.
Wind keeps tearin’ at my tired old shack;
Barely past noon,
But the sky’s sure black.
Wind gets stronger — I hear a tree go;
Mean old storm
Takes out my window.
Floor’s gettin’ wet where the window broke;
If the rain keeps comin’
I’m gonna need me a boat.
Darn tin roof — can’t hear a thing;
Hail finally stops,
What relief that brings.
Storm lets up in an hour or so;
Dirt floor’s muddy,
But what a light show.
I’ll check out the damage when I get my breath;
Don’t mind admittin’
I was scared to death.
Big old storm, little bitty me;
And darn it all,
Lost my favorite tree.
Now storms is fine — we need the rain;
But a little less storm
Would be a nice thing.
Deane E. Carter
May 21, 2008