With my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground,
I unleash my unstoppable fury.
Behold my powerful presence,
A twisting, towering titan.
Hear my thunderous rage,
The roar of an oncoming freight train…
Yet, I am a ghost,
For I can be felt,
But never touched.
Armed with my jagged dagger,
Blue-white hot and flashing bright,
I traverse the landscape like a madman.
Homesteads now mobile,
Spinning cars with no road beneath…
Yes, I am a beast,
For I ravage
And I damage.
But, my centred eye is ever calm,
Unhurriedly watching the displaced debris.
And when my wrath is finally spent,
An original poem by Donna Anderson