Tornadic Dream
Dream of Still Tornadoes
I close my eyes,
I enter a dream,
There is a game,
The team played and won,
Now they got their fame,
Off in the distance,
I see trouble ahead,
Of funnel clouds,
Six tornadoes recently formed,
This is not the norm,
They stand still,
They are not rotating,
I didn't see a thrill,
I look scared,
I run behind the stadium,
The fans are still celebrating,
Do they not notice,
Do they not care?
These dangerous funnel clouds,
Lingering in the air,
Deep blue as the sea,
With their monstrous show,
Now we all must go,
Though they are still,
This is scary,
The fans are still celebrating,
The team is still on the field,
But at what point,
Does the celebration yield?
I don't know,
But I run away,
I open my eyes,
To look on another bright day.
About the Creator
April Denise Stuart
I have been writing for awhile and love to share my writing with others. I enjoy writing about Virginia as well as miscellaneous topics.
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