A TWISTER
     by Hilma (Volcano) Volk

Little drops of rain fell on the window.
The trees began swayin' in the wind.
The midday sky turned into night.
'Cross the farmyard, dry dust spinned.

I watched the clouds a churning;
The air turned a weirdish green.
Then I saw the funnel forming -
First twister I'd ever seen.

I headed for the basement
And heard a maddening roar.
I hid beneath an antique desk,
A frightened to the core.
Within five minutes it was gone,
Our house still standing yet.
Every board remained in place.
But there were differences, you bet.

The two junked cars had disappeared.
The barnyard was swept clean.
The leaning barn was now upright.
The old tractor had a sheen.

The hay field was mowed and stacked,
The logs were cut and split,
The camper placed upon the truck,
And the stable cleared of shit.

The corn was shucked, the garden hoed,
The fence posts put upright.
The hedge row trimmed, the shade tree pruned,
Loose nails were hammered tight.

The harness had flown upon the team.
And would you believe it, mister?
It hitched the wagon to the pair,
This twister of a twister.

The farm had been blown to tiptop shape.
I was overwhelmed in amazement,
Until my sleepy eyes looked up
At the rafters in the basement.

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