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About This Poem
I Survived the Storm - May 24th 2011
The day started
as a breeze without tracks
in the dew of a fresh mowed lawn;
But days come without warranty,
of things starting right,
remaining that way;
For soon after sunset
this breeze had metamorphosed
into a locomotive,
following a northeasterly path,
its only tracks, were of devastation in its wake;
Dawn, brought with it, sightseers,
and of course, a feeding frenzy of Shad
seeking cash for services,
from the aftermath of this great wind;
The area,
now resembled a war zone,
absent of bodies,
and for this I was thankful.
Then, God put a rainbow in the sky,
above Church steeple;
Was this His way of saying, time is short,
to His people?
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