The Chaser

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The passion, the power and terror of Storm Chasing.

Submitted: November 01, 2007

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Submitted: November 01, 2007

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Across the American Plains
 
I chase the darkened sky.
 
My quest is a tornado
 
Captured in my cameras eye.
 
 
The fury of Mother Nature
 
Is a wondrous sight to see.
 
Both frightening and amazing
 
A Tornado is a thing of beauty.
 
 
Each year from spring to fall
 
I live my life on the road.
 
From Nebraska to Texas
 
Hoping to catch the mother lode.
 
 
Waterspouts, or twisters
 
Are a rose by any other name.
 
A viscious twisting vortex
 
A demon you can’t tame.
 
 
They call me the chaser
 
Storm chasings in my blood.
 
It’s a passion that I can’t control
 
Adrenalin fills me like a flood.
 
 
The dark and angry clouds
 
The lightning and the rain.
 
A twister scars the land
 
It leaves the world in pain.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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