The theme I have chosen for the poety project is Tornadoes. The reason I have picked this theme is that I am obsessed with severe weather and plan on becoming a meteorologist once I enter college for my major. Tornadoes are more than a whirling wrath of destruction. They bring hope and bonding to a broken community when they become survivors of something so deadly. Forecasting tornadoes is near impossible, but I have been able to predict exact towns about 72 hours in advance of a tornado outbreak. Much mystery still enthrills us adrenaline seekeers, scientists, and storm chasers. I am the Lead Forecastor for the Chasing4Life Disaster Preparedness Organization, in which my forecasts are issued to the public online as well as through emegency personnel throughout the eastern countryside of the United States. I will be giving programs on Disaster Preparedness Education, Severe Weather, as well as Forecasting lessons this summer. Not all tornadoes will be predictable, but we hope that our dedication and research may help save lives nonetheless.

My experiencee looking for poems on tornadoes was extremely difficult. Many poems whad been published online, but after much searching, there was one that I had found in a book. The poems went on more about destruction than awe of the storm. I chose these poems as a varity between appreciation of nature and the upset these stoprms might have caused. Not many new ideas came to mind whilst researching poems seeing I had spent the last four years of my lifetime studying, obsessining, and engaging my mind into the more dangerous field of Meteorology.





Jessica

Funny, Smart, Nerdy, Passionate
Sister, Daughter

Severe weather, Forecasting, University of Oklahoma

Compassion, Devastaion, Love

Uncertainity, Bloodshed, Old age

Tornadoes, Friends, Life
















Expectation of Tor nadoes

Look simply,

But beyond the map.

Overlapping layers, uncovering some uncertain truth

Seeing the entire, yet seeing none.

High risk confusion














pressure is on

Coffee, showers, naps to deplete the stress



DETERMINATION

This is all in forecasting what is told to never be done.

One wrong guess,

Might that end a life?

Or keep the soul?

Days transform to the hour of final warnings.



Striated clouds with no seeming end

fill their sky, warnings will cry










tor naodes touch down










forecast verifies











Only day 1












life

Could I have done better?