"Sirens Wail"
By Kriscillia Thomley
Sirens wail as the thunder rolls in
Lightening strikes the trees.
People are outside frantically taking shelter
But one person stands in the breeze.
He looks up at the dark blue and green sky
Listening very closely to every noise.
Just then it seems to all stop.
He knows it isn't over quite yet.
But then the train sound starts coming in
The sight of what was next, he could have made a bet
The tornado was as wide as he could see
There were things he still had to get
Yet there was only one place he wanted to be
Next to his wife and newborn son
It all was starting to close in on him
Yet he was still standing there
The tornado moved closer and closer
Trees were cracking, the sound he could not bear
The force of the winds were fierce
It all came to an end when the tornado passed
But what was left behind was such a mess
He looked around not knowing what he would see
What he saw filled him with glee
His wife stood there holding their son
They had made it
They were as happy as could be.
"I am a freshman at Nicolet. I somewhat like to write poetry, but it's not always my favorite. I do not like tornados, but since this last storm, I have been inspired to write about them."
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"Spring Planting"
By Todd Mountjoy
Long ago, before time was measured,
a mountain of ice scrapped clean this land.
A mountain towering a mile above what is
now prairie, wetlands and mixed forest.
It's hard to imagine straining to catch a glimpse
of the ridge as soiled mountains marched southward
leaving bits of the artic, pebbles from the north,
stones from crushed landscapes here in my garden.
Stones that I harvest to stack in a pile to allow
bush beans and tomatoes an opportunity to survive
both the late frosts of spring and the early freezing
of autumn. All in the rich soil of the lact ice age.
"My wife and I enjoy gardening in the summer. I often find that with outdoor work comes inspiration to write. Sometimes it takes the form of a longer poem, while other times it is more of a Haiku-ish snippet as when I accidentally chopped a worm in two."
dark earth, my shovel
rings against a hidden stone
a worm now has a brother
