These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Ravenfly: "Oklahoma Evening"

How tall the sky! How flat the land!
The trees are few as planted.
The little boy near home can stand.
This goodness takes for granted.

The horn now blares to cause him fear.
Where can escape be safety?
Tornado blows up frightful clear.
We run to bunker hasty.

To live in danger's sudden, awful path
reminds us of the need for saving's bath.

by Jay O’Toole
on June 17th, 2024