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It's windstorm season again.  From the Gulf Coast up the Atlantic we're thinking about what foods and drink we have to stock in case of hurricane.  From mid-Florida through the entire mid-west tornadoes are now getting a late start.  Hilda Graham has seen a major one first-hand - and has sent us another poem.  She writes:

"I lived in Lubbock at this time and wrote this poem early in the morning of May 12th 1970.  It was quite an experience which I hope never to go through again, even though I was not right in the storm's path."

Lubbock Tornado
May 11th, 1970

It came from out the sky that night
A dark and ugly mass
and left a pile of rubble
of all within its path

No one foresaw the horror
that nature brought about
but of its strength and fury
of that there was no doubt

It picked up cars and buildings
and tossed them to the ground
and filled the hearts with terror
of those who were around

And as it traveled onward
its fury grew and grew
no one could stop this monster
or knew just what to do

The town was plunged in darkness
all communications lost
no one would know for sure
just what this storm had cost

Some people were on a journey
passing through the town
but their journey ended 
when this funnel came down

Others who witnessed its happening
were filled with awe and dread
many of them were injured
and alas a few were dead

But when the night was ended
and daylight came at last
much of the town had been destroyed
in the hours past

Families were left homeless
their belongings blown away
they would remember always
that eleventh day of May

But out of all this sorrow
we found a lot to gain
because people helped their neighbor
and shared in all their pain

Soon homes were found for everyone
help came from all around
and as a town came back to life
new hope and love was found.

Copyrightę  Hilda Graham

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