The wind begun to rock the grass
\nWith threatening tunes and low, —
\nHe flung a menace at the earth,
\nA menace at the sky.<\/p>\n
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
\nAnd started all abroad;
\nThe dust did scoop itself like hands
\nAnd throw away the road.<\/p>\n
The wagons quickened on the streets,
\nThe thunder hurried slow;
\nThe lightning showed a yellow beak,
\nAnd then a livid claw.<\/p>\n
The birds put up the bars to nests,
\nThe cattle fled to barns;
\nThere came one drop of giant rain,
\nAnd then, as if the hands<\/p>\n
That held the dams had parted hold,
\nThe waters wrecked the sky,
\nBut overlooked my father’s house,
\nJust quartering a tree.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"