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
