A Bolt of Lightning
A Bolt of Lightning
A bolt of lightning
Our old oak is hit
Just a few feet from our house
Soaking wet, it did not catch fire
But ripped off a spiral of bark from crown to ground
Perhaps boiled the sap from within to pop the bark
Killed a rabbit dead at its base
A loud report like a cannon shot
Knocked things off shelves
And startled me where I sat
Some things to think over
A valuable oak
Quite a few board feet in it, and in the one next to it
If nothing else, a few tons of firewood
And, with climate change, more super storms to come
Perhaps a lesson: take them down before they take our house down
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