i strut through the field
each foot collecting mud
my hair blowing in the wind
i look over as i hear a sudden thud
a tree pulled out right from its roots
the wind is knocking down all the trees on my road
i'm scared and walking around them
i hope the world doesn't explode
i feel like shouting 'Aunty Em, Aunty Em, where are you?'
looking for a tornado shelter that doesn't exist
i finally reach my front door
only to find the door knob won't twist
The rhyming scheme of this really kept me interested. I was concerned in not only the story behind the words, but also how you’d fit the rhythm together. I also enjoy how the poem ends on a note of suspense and leaves the issue of escaping the storm unresolved.
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