November 30, 1979 STORM-TRACK Vol. 3, No. 1

STORM-TRACK
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November 30, 1979 Vol. 3, No. 1
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I. COMMENTARY III. BULLETIN BOARD/COMMERCIAL MARKET -$- FOR PICTURES
II. ROSTER IV. CAMERA TIPS V. TRAVEL TIPS
VI. FEATURE – Poetry

These are the clouds
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has
done,
Till that, be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race
were run
And these things came, so much the more
thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that. you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.

— William Butler Yeats

Ode to the Northeast Wind

‘Tis the hard gray weather
Breeds hard English men.
‘What’s the soft Southwester?
‘Tis the ladies breeze,
Bringing home their trueloves
Out of all the seas.
But the black Northeaster,
Through the snowstorm hurled,
Drives our English hearts of oak
Seaward round the world.
Come, as came our fathers,
Heralded by thee,
Conquering from the eastward,
Lords by land and sea.
Come; and strong within us
Stir the Vikings’ blood;
Bracing brain and sinew;
Blow, thou wind of God!

— Charles Kingsley

POETRY IN A LIGHTER VEIN

Charles Vlcek, 3019 Nutwood Lane, Bowie, Maryland 20716, contributes the following “Storm Chaser’s
Ballad,” which he started in 1967. These are excerpts from that, but he encourages readers to add
their own verses and originality to make it truly representative -and unique- for all chasers.
Please send your contributions to Chuck.

Twister

There once was a frisky twister
That decided to have some fun
So it began to boil and blister
And play tricks on everyone.

It caught up with the President
Who was giving an oration.
He shrugged and said that’s what he meant
By spiraling inflation.

Its next victim was a hippy
Who on LSD was high.
It gave him a special trippie –
As the only way to fly.

“It’s in a cow pasture, coming our ways”
“Just, let the chips fall where they may!”
“Time to move on, and let, it, pass -What
do you mean, you’re out of gas?”

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