Rhythmic Stories June 1, 2022

Tornado On the Hillside

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As it was descending from the clouds, dad saw the tornado coming 
he had been by the back door all evening looking


At the top of the hill, he saw it was dropping down 
he’d been watching the clouds for a while, clearly seen, 
his frown


 He knew it was close; he could see the trees bend and sway


The temperature dropped quickly, which was strange
and out of the way 


Round up all the kids and get them across the street
To the Creekmore’s cellar is where we would all meet


Both families met there. It was the usual place we would always go
 It had rained, and we were standing on boards stretched across the water below


 It was dark; we just had a candle. There wasn’t much air in the place
We were as close as sardines in a tin can, standing face to face


When the wind howled, I heard my mom start counting 
as she did, we said our name our fear began mounting


We all said our names as mom went down the row
 Starting with Teddy down to me, and then Robin should go


Mom got down to me, and I said my name
 we waited for Robin to speak up, but nothing came 


mom said to do it again, so we all said our names
we got to sister Robin, but it was still the same 


 we all knew at the moment there was nothing mom could do 
Robin was left at the house; we silently waited for it to be through


When it was over, we saw the barn was missing 
As our mama ran to the house, we were all wishing


That Robin had not been outside in the back playing when we left the house
We followed mama in the door. We were quiet as a mouse


A sigh of relief filled the air
When we saw Robin lying there


Sound asleep 💤 
without making a peep


tornadoes on our hillside
made us always run and hide


Sister Robin slept through a tornado at one time. We didn’t mean to leave her there. We thought that we had all the kids rounded up and put into the cellar 
          Across the street at the Creekmore,s but we didn’t.


 We should’ve known mama always counted heads 123 456-789-10,11 12, 13, and 14. she did it repeatedly till she got the correct number. One of us was always doing something she didn’t usually get a 13 on the first count

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