Farm Ballad

Standing by the gate
I see the dogs running
Like they cannot wait
And then it was coming

Wonder whats happening
As the wind pick up speed
I hear a rattling
As I kneel down and plead

Hoping for sun light
But none came to me now
I would always fight
Anytime but right now

I’m in a tunnel
Lots of flying debris
Just like a funnel
Flying until I’m free

The wind has calmed down
I am safe and sound
The land was all brown
On my farms’ grave mound