Clouds rushing faster towards the plains,
Mother Nature is in control of this destiny.
Charging down upon the unsuspecting town,
People know not of what is taking place.
Without warning the racing clouds decsend,
Covering the open plains and town with dust.
Once stood everything for all who live there,
Life has now found itself quiet and still.
The clouds have left their damaged storm,
Upon the whim of Mother Natures' wind.
A contest entry
- Dust Bowl by warrior-eagle.
300 points, ended April 10, 2008, 8 entries
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How does this make you feel and can you relate to this
Comments
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Thanks for entering my contest,
i like where you went with this,
very well done.
...Simply Me♥
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