Eye Of The Storm

Into the eye of the storm, go I,

Though forewarned, onward still I shall go,

testing the limits of nature's big and mighty blow.

So with my bags all packed and my van on full

Onward into uncertainty we will go.

Question is…

We she turn and go the other way,

Or shall she linger another day?

Whereunto will her fury blow,

Moorhead City?

Or Savannah, where I chose to go?

So keep me in mind,

As I risk my behind,

For I am not of too much weight,

And with winds like hers

I might end up in the Great Salt Lake.

Yeah though, even in this I will say,

I am taking enough film,

to last a month and a day.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004