the wind howls
the electric has
been out for hours
restless hounds and
i hunker down
in the smothering heat
listening for an approaching train
they know a storm is
on its way
they lick my
sleepess and
sullen face as the tornado turns
and goes the other way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you live with the worst of nature with a great courage, that is why America is known for it's courage and the courage of it's people, a simple poem but they are often the best Warm regards allan