Waiting Out the Storm

Thu, 02/13/2020 - 01:45 -- Halah

Sirens, green and purple skies,

We need to hide, we need to hide, we need to hide

Yelling to get to safety when

there was no close danger



Hearing the cracks of lightning

and the bashing of clouds

"I guess God is cleaning up His house"



"Western Boone school district

is closed due to inclement weather"

the TV says. We're woken up

and told to sleep because of the snow


It's windy now, I can 

barely stay in place. Holding

onto my mom's hand so I

don't fly away. Bread, milk, eggs.

This poem is about: 
My family


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