Weathered

Weathered

A Poem by Bradley
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Father and son dialogue somewhere on the plains.

"

Come on out here, son.

Yeah, Papa?


You know what a storm cloud looks like?

Ain't it that one?


Yep, an' what do we do when it's stormin' real bad?

Get in the cellar.


Yep, an' what do we do after?

Check the barn.


Yep, an' I want you to remember somethin'.

Yeah?


When a storm's so bad it scares ya, remember,

No matter what's happening here, rain or shine,

There's always a big bad storm somewhere,

Scarin' somebody else.

Really?


Yep, an' sometimes we gotta be that someone else.

Like it's our turn or somethin'?


Yep, somethin' like that. Now come on, dinner's gettin' cold.

But that cloud's heading over Old Mr. Headey's farm.


Yep, think I'll pay him a visit tomorrow.

Can I come, Papa?


No, son, I need you to stay here and look after your sister.

© 2013 Bradley


Author's Note

Bradley
I'm not sure what genre this is, I just write how I think it should be written.

Edit: renamed to Weathered, instead of Weathered Storms.

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This reads almost like a memory. It flows well and reads nicely. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on October 9, 2013
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Tags: father, papa, son, storm, plains, farm, barn, cloud, loss, tragedy

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Bradley
Bradley

MN



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