The storm
IRENE
The stillness, the calm, birds hushed,
as the dark clouds gatherered over head
The wind, howling, moaning, groaning
The clouds, angry and black, as heavy as lead
People hurrying, scurrying, battoning down the doors
Sheltering in safety in cellers, below the ground floors
The rain, lashing, crashing, smashing to the ground
Thunder, lightening......such a scary sound
Trees uprooted, tossed upon the ground
Destruction, in all directions, as rubble becomes a mound
The deluge continues, with such savage relent
"End of the world" say the sinners "Repent"
Mother nature, unleashes her rage
The extent of her damage, we are yet to guage
When the morning breaks, and the sun cast its light
The destruction she caused will be brought to light
All we can pray, for one, not a round
That you come through it, safe and sound
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I got a mail from a close CS friend, he asked have I wrote about a storm...and asked if I was worried about him, as he had not heard from me in a couple of days......I wrote the poem for "Edwin" and pray he stays safe...and all of the CS friends and members who may be at risk
Comments (5)
A very topical write at this tense time... I do hope that nature does not wreak her havoc, and that there is no loss of life.
Best wishes
Bill