Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Why did it pick mine

Of all the homes around
It blew mine to the ground

I was making mashed potatoes
Then along came this tornado

It flew in one big circle
Choosing my home to encircle

No other homes were gone
My debris was on their lawn

There were other homes to choose
Was my home hard to refuse

Lightening strikes your house
The fire can't be doused

Or water from a flood
Can fill your home with mud

Rodents may infest
Or any other pest

Why was your home picked
No one could predict

It's just a part of living
And stress it keeps on giving

By, Randee Saber 3/19/07