With just little
warning,
Storm
clouds were forming,
Gathering for
trek they would take...
All those
in their path,
Would feel the
storm's wrath,
So real, and not
at all fake.
As it
organized,
Grew enormous in
size,
The warnings
went out in advance...
So all could
prepare,
Lay in stock of
fare,
Leave nothing
undone, left to chance.
With winds that
were driven,
Could not
be forgiven,
Remembered
for years yet to come...
What the
storm left behind,
Would boggle the
mind,
Before this ice
storm was done.
I'm left to
survey,
Complete disarray,
Deal with the
storm's calling card...
My beautiful
trees,
Brought near to
their knees,
The damage that
covers my yard.
Still at long
last,
The storm
has roared past,
Left blue
skies and brightest sunshine...
In days it will
seem,
Like one more
bad dream,
A memory
born in its time.
© 03/29/09
Loree (Mason) O'Neil
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