Three Day Warning
Three days from now she’ll make her presence known
And steer her bow as raging seas are blown
Preemptive silence screams her threatening vow
She’ll make her presence known three days from now
From winds of her encroach, our breath is still
Like a coach that’s racing down a hill
A screaming shrill announces her approach
Our breath is still, from winds of her encroach
She’s but a child, a child who’s lost her way
In tantrum wild her course has gone astray
Some preachers pray to deities defiled
A child who’s lost her way, she’s but a child
We hunker down, we watch the child mature
Our whole hometown in prayer for her detour
With broken crown some in her path will drown
We watch her grow in strength; we hunker down





WOW.. I just LOVE that Form!! OMG.. it's amazing!! This is such a fantastic poem! I can imagine it is hard to get that swap line sounding right... seessh... *is amazed*
you live in Florida then? I was in Tampa last November 




What a job you did on this one! I still have not mastered many forms, and this is one I am not sure I can ever master like you! This is amazing!



This looks difficult and challenging but it will be fun to try one! Do you have a storm cellar to hide out in? Take cover! Seriously, I hope this passes you by without a hair out of place! 


My town is not only the horse capital of the US, but also the lightning capital of the US. I'm definitely dreading this storm.


This form is so very difficult, and then you added internal rhyme, too. I fear it may go over the judges heads like a funnel cloud that never touches down. Just know that I realize it is a Gold class poem. (That and a dollar-fifty will buy you a medium bad coffee.) As always, this is thoughtful and brilliant. Have three more bunnies for your C team.




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