My WKN friend and fellow Burlesonite, 16 year old Tanner, wrote a poem. I share it with you.TORNADO ON LONE GROVE STREET
The sirens go off blaringly,
No one knows what to do.
They get to the center of their house,
So they can't here the moo.
The tornado barrels through town,
The damage is immense.
A truck lies in the trees,
And not by common sense.
Daybreak comes around,
Everyone sees it all,
There is nothing left
Except for a soccer ball.
The people are devastated
Both in body and in mind,
They will rebuild soon
But not without remembering this night.
(c) 2009, Tanner Bankston
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