A Tornado

a short, 3 stanza poem

Our house was shaking,
From the racket the wind was making,
What horrors i saw,
As the rooster cawed,
And flew away.

The wind blew the crops sky high,
Right before my very eye,
My sister was waking,
The storm was taking,
The farmhouse away.

As she walked down the stairs,
The wind took some chairs,
Next the table, Then the kitchen,
I told her to stay hidden,
It's a Tornado.