Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Blowin' in the Wind

Ma and Pa, my sister and I,

At first thought it would be no harm,

But seemed to stay forever be

Upon our Oklahoma farm.

We stayed indoors as much we could,

But livestock needed tendin,' so

We ventured out, did little good,

Blindin' us in its swirlin' blow,

Smellin' like fire swept up the nose,

A gritty, bitter mouthful taste,

Waves hittin' us in ebbs and flows,

Layin' us in a hopeless waste.

We did to survive what we must,

As all around us, blowin' dust.