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.