High Winds

High Winds

By David Smith May 5, 2011

Wind it did howl! on Clifton Hill it did roar

Tress uprooted, walking a chore

Paper bags, like eagles, up drafts they flew

Severe high winds, for us, it was new

Seeing the ruins, debris filled the ground

Twigs and branches and broken glass we have found.

O the stories of trucks overturned

And Mother Nature, the power to learn

That is our strength, to be humbled, in God’s wrath

To know our weakness, and tread on the right path

So take the wind as a warning I see;

And how it affects inner peace within me.

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