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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
As a child Our house was torn apart By a tornado that dropped From an early Sunday sky And rolled down the small valley Taking trees in end over end From places they had been rooted To new places where they lay In cracked splinter piles There was a silence before the storm. Then a low roaring rumble Followed by screams from the tortured Now carried along in the melee Of dust grass tree and tin caught on edges Of those deeply planted enough To resist moving Last night I heard the silence And a rumble of words from your lips Saying I’m done Now I wait for daylight To ascertain the damage |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
happened to me too Cpat such a memory you bring back enjoyed it |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
DS...appreciate the comment. Sorry you have been there and hope the memory didn't make you wince. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ow.... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
sorry |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron The power of a tornado...so vividly described, brings to life the emotional termoil you speak of. You did this really well, my friend. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks Martie... have to really see one and it's aftermath to understand tornadoes...or the damage they do. Strange things... can list a house off its foundation and set it a few hundred feet away relatively undamaged..or flatten everything in the path. Drive straw into the side of a tree like it was a nail...and leave undisturbed an empty gas can sitting right next to the tree. Wierd storms...frightening... powerful... quirky |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
I enjoyed reading your words Ron..and I hope I am never in the path of a tornado..we do get warnings here once in a while.. ~Victoria |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sad sigh) I sense some metaphor of heartbreak behind these words, sweet friend, I hope everything is OK now and the storm has calmed and the sun has come out to fill your heart with loves sunshine evermore! (big hugggssssss) This is excellent, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The damage is often times irrepairable, like the yellow brick road is only a figment of our imagination. Sometimes I wish it was only a movie!!! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Victoria... Yes I hope you are never in the path of such a storm. Thanks for the comment. Noah.. as always my friend your replies are appreciated Blues: You are right, sometimes the damage is too great, and their is no yellow brick road, just pavement to scrape your knees when you fall and I sometimes seem to fall all too often. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
The roof was lifted off our house by a tornado when I was a small child... my memories of that night are vivid but disconnected snapshots. You've drawn such an excellent analogy between cataclysmic, life-altering events... well done! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Last night I heard the silence And a rumble of words from your lips Saying I’m done Now I wait for daylight To ascertain the damage ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wonderful write here Ron! I know this feeling firsthand. Hugs. ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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