The Ice Storm
Oh my gosh,
Just look at me!
I've been covered in ice,
Says a field of trees.
Our branches are so heavy,
They're weighted to the ground.
Oh when shall we have relief,
From this dreaded misery?
Our branches are breaking,
Oh what can we do?
Hurry sunrise, hurry please we ask,
So some of the weight can be released.
Ice storms hurt us,
As you can plainly see.
They hurt people as well,
Just look at them fall.
If we and our people
Were given a choice,
We think that all of us
Would choose summer instead.
Kimberly Johnson
1-12-07