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Normal Day to Disaster Day


You are in your home You are at the table reading the newspaper Its calm outside The trees are still The birds are eating and picking worms from the ground The sun is out Your child is in the living room watching TV You watch him intently Everything is like normal A normal Oklahoma day Then you here sirens They are loud You try to place the type Are they police sirens? No Are they fire truck sirens No Are they ambulance sirens? No Then it clicks It’s a tornado siren Then this nice calm normal day erupts into havoc You get up a little too quickly Your chair flips over backwards with a bang Your child jumps and asks what wrong You try to stay strong and calm You say sweetie we need to take cover Your child says why? You say a tornado is coming our way The child’s eyes get huge You say it will be ok Let’s go get into the bathtub Why your child says You say because it’s the safest place we have in our home Next thing you grab your child’s hand You both run to the bathtub You place your child in Then you get on top Like you were taught You can’t believe this is happening 10 minutes pass The sirens are still blaring there distress call Then you hear what can’t be mistaken It’s a one of a kind sound The tornado is here The wind outside is horrendous It’s loud It’s a freight train You try to hide your fear But your child can hear it loud and clear Your child takes hold of your hand You instantly calm You hold your child tight Next thing you hear is a creak. Then your house is ripped and torn Right off its foundation You so small in that tub compared to the tornado It pulls the tub, you, and your child into the air You spin around and around You ask when will it end Then the worst starts to happen You feel yourself slipping Your hand is suddenly no longer grasping your child’s You are flying in the air Spinning Out Of Control You finally start falling downward You land with a thud You can still move so that is good You sit up and look to your left There it is The black tornado Destroying everything in its path It disappears Oh what’s that? It’s the tub you and your child were in You run over Your child is in there Safe and sound Your child turns to you but is bleeding You hold back a scream and you pick your child up You run Run where? Anywhere To get help Along the way you see people stray From their tornado wrecked houses They all run for help Oklahoma You are not alone We will help We will stand with you We will rebuild with you We will fight for you We will turn that disaster day back into your normal day.
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Stormie Shadle
<p><br type="_moz">That picture is my own. I used it to represent a storm in progress.</p>

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