Erie calm lazed upon the earthen ground.
No one knew 'twas day or still of night.
Bewildered eyes met eyes, passersby,
Then wind tore twisting left, then to right,
What er' could become of this present time
Where cometh this freakish stirring might
Arms reaching high, feet departing ground
All by the wind were swept up taking flight.
Tornado? :-)
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