I am just plain mean.
You I will annoy.
It is a terrifying scene,
as your world I destroy.
I can make a truck fly.
I can uproot a tree.
I will make you cry,
“Please don’t do this to me!”
I will pick up a piece of straw,
and drive it through a post.
You will be left in awe,
at what thing hurts the most.
When the hail hammers down,
this is a troubling sign.
If the clouds are rotating around,
shelter you should to find.
In the cellar you should hide.
Get in the bathtub.
I am from the dark side.
I am death from above.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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Comments (3)
Great poem, makes me grateful I don't live in a tornado area. Nicely done.
This is a scary ride and makes me grateful that tornadoes don't happen often here in SW Florida. We do have our share of hurricanes, but that's another story.
Wow! This is so intriguing and evocative poem Mark😊 Loved it!