A warm breeze passes o'er the plains.
The children run and play
While old men sit on the porch and pray
That the spring breeze will bring spring rains.
The breeze throws pollen pulled from flowers and trees
And there is not a person around that can stifle a sneeze.
But it is the sneezing they will chose from the long list of norms
If it keeps away those raging Oklahoma storms.
For Oklahoma hosts storms unlike any other
With rain and hail and winds that rage
And that funnel cloud that frightens any age
And forces all to run for cover.
Yet most residents will tell you to this date
They would prefer not to leave such a wonderful State.
This also only exists bc of a writing class
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My Poems
PoesíaLiterally just a place for me to post random poems Attempting to keep them organized by nature/ theme Posting new ones when I have them or when I feel like it
