April 9, 2008
By Tony Garland, Cushing, OK

As I watch the storm the lightening flickers like an old light bulb.
But I can only think of one thing my friends. They all are like a storm in one way
Fierce yet calm, bright yet dark, quiet yet loud, fast yet slow, and colorful yet black.
I use a storm in a way no other man can I see things from a different perspective.
My job in life is to see things differently from the others. I hear sounds of a storm
I think what they should be. Thunder god walking, lightening new birth on earth,
Every thing reminds me of them. The people who make me who I’ am today.
I think them for that and all my friends together make the biggest storm of all
We make the choice.

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