In the fall of two thousand twelve
Hurricane Sandy came.
It traveled up the eastern coast
high winds and pelting rain.
It hit New Jersey and New York
turned and made landfall,
then heading west, the ocean roared
and howling winds did call.
It became a Nor'easter then,
covering sixteen states.
The Atlantic poured out her wrath
on the United States.
The water levels were rising,
gas lines broke, no fire tamed,
seven square blocks of homes destroyed
by fire the wind inflamed.
The flood waters kept pouring in,
then the power went out
the subways were filled with water
autos were tossed about.
8.5 million without power,
no heat to warm their homes
no food to eat, no gas for cars,
stranded, but not alone.
They called her Super Storm Sandy,
she showed an angry face,
Homes and commerce were ripped apart,
many people displaced.
A young mother drove down the road,
blasted by Sandy's wrath,
her four year old, and two year old,
strapped safely in the back.
Her car then fell into a hole,
so she pulled her boys out,
and held onto a fallen tree,
as hours passed without doubt.
She made her way to a nearby house,
pleaded to come inside,
man of the house turned her away,
her babies screamed and cried.
'round back she tried to break in,
then the flood waters came,
and washed away both of her boys.
Dead, in a marsh they lay.
For those of you who wonder why
Nature seems to slap back,
take a look at that cold hearted man,
see that you heart's intact.
A second storm is on it's way,
due to hit on Wednesday.
(Taking a chance here... we'll see how this goes. :) )