'It'

It rode the wind that swept the vale.....

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9th place in  David E. Navarro Pride in Poetry Contest

It.

It rode the wind that swept the vale.
It scaled the mountains high.
It conquered everything it saw,
cruel raider from the sky.

The screaming hordes before it fell
their bodies torn and crushed.
It tossed aside the remnant flesh
from which all life had gushed.

It crossed the plains from east to west
It passed from north to south.
Cold scorn surged out before it as
the spite spewed from its mouth.

A devastating trail of death
All hope of salvage gone.
The elements in all their rage
ensured the war was won.

Indomitable spirit. Man
has always faced his plight.
Whatever nature hurls at him
He'll turn around and fight.

Man will not be crushed underfoot
or trampled down to dirt.
In time he'll resurrect his world.
The years will heal the hurt.