At Peace

A storm has broke lose all around.

The thunder and lightening are abound.

The light rain now is a drenching shower.

But I love the sound and I’m calm as a flower.

Leaning against the wall of my bedroom,

it is vibrating from the violent rumbles with volume!

I’m not scared!    I’m actually with peace!

Keeping a flash light near by just in case the power may cease.

Now for me I go to bed and fall asleep easily, as the raging storm goes on all around me.

(C) Jennifer Emlet


About Mammy Oaklee

A wife, mother, grand-mother, farmer and wrinkly ol' writer, who's finally got some roots planted in 'The Heart of the BottomsUP 2/3 Acre.' A born and raised city-chick, who found many'a smiles where her heart had always longed to be, in the country. Digging in as close to the beginning of creations, and finding wonderment with a smile. I live my life as a rollar-coaster adventure, and always adding new dreams as old ones are full-filled. Of course, I write about it all!
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4 Responses to At Peace

  1. Ken & Pat says:

    Thank you for posting this poem. It exudes the awesome beauty and power of the storms that roll through our lives and the peace with which they can be experienced.

  2. Thank you so very much for sharing my poem!! It is an honor to have you post it on your page!!
    Thank you once again!! 🙂

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