The StormA Poem by Norma M Suttonfor memoryHot summer day Unbearable heat Hot humid air Hard to breathe
Air shudders Rumbles roll in Lightening flashes Rain again
Trees groan Arms reaching low Phantoms chasing Remembering snow
Tree lined drive Now dark and eerie Low they reach Careening near me
SNAP A tree up ahead Comes tumbling down Now it's dead
Summer storms Bring blessings of rain Up root tall trees In passing pain
Lightning strikes Far and near Bale goes up in yellow flames Homes destroyed
Life goes on Parched ground is quenched New growth shoots up From fallen oak stump
Dry crunchy grass Turns green again Birds sing and bathe Under the rain kissed sun © 2010 Norma M SuttonReviews
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9 Reviews Added on August 6, 2010 Last Updated on September 6, 2010 AuthorNorma M SuttonBostic, NCAboutNorma Moore Sutton has written and published two children's books: The First Lamb and Harry Goes To The Fair She has written and published the first book in the Haunting Memories Series: Matthe.. more..Writing
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