About the Contributor
Tyler Harris, Editor-in-Chief
Tyler is a senior in his third year of journalism. He enjoys swimming, the outdoors, and video games.
Storming
March 4, 2019
All is silent.
All is still.
But nobody saw,
Just over our gentle hill
Loomed a great dark cloud
As black as night.
The trees are soldiers
Tensed for a fight.
It’s true power hidden,
Destruction would ensue.
If only we could see
Its sinister hue.
All was silent.
All was still.
Winds had leveled
That quiet hill.
The sky may have cleared,
But that dark cloud still lingers.
Deep in our heart,
And in our now lifeless fingers.