Green the skies
Mommy flies
To closet clear
Chest-pounding fear
Prop the door
Leading into the floor
A space to crawl
At warning’s call
Clouds of funnel
Our private Chunnel
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I like this.. a little hideout is something I also remember… and underground I suddenly remember things…
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Oh, the scary places of childhood. Nice. Ours was the attic!
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This is wonderful Jilly. That chest pounding fear must have been so overwhelming for the child and mother both….and those green skies were monsters to those eyes. Palpable terror here.
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One of those things that sticks with you, I dare say. Thanks for reading & for hosting 🙂
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We had a root cellar that we would go into for tornadoes in Indiana.
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Well, this was southwest Michigan and we were close enough to the Lake that we rarely had the kind of stuff that swept across Indiana.
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Haha, very cute!
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love your short sweet lines and the rhymes – delicious! oh this was a favourite!
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Thanks for stopping by, my friend!
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Beware those clouds of funnel! What a fun write.
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Thanks! It was fun writing
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Well done. It almost sounds light enough that you forget the danger.
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Thanks!
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Clouds of funnel, scary stuff. Love the rhymes and the way they give a sense of spinning down the page kind of like a funnel cloud. They seem to have an urgency much like a storm, and then there’s the calming shelter. By the way, love the Wizard of Oz.
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Thanks for your thoughtful comments 🙂
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A child’s eye view – works really well here.
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Thanks, Sarah!
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oh yes…..I remember in our Iowa farmhouse days gathering our dogs, the baby stroller (and baby) and rushing down into the cellar as the sky turned yellow and the warnings sounded. “Our private Chunnel” from the child’s perspective and the mommy trying to quell the fear. 44 words and you’ve nailed it here.
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Thanks for reading, Lillian! I was fortunate that we never had such weather, but Mom was always prepared 🙂
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