Lindenwood Was Battered By Isaias
Yesterday tropical storm Isaias battered Lindenwood,
I saw people walk past those trees bent by a vicious wind;
they lost their umbrellas and their baseball caps:
they were warned to stay inside to avoid slips and falls.
This neighborhood is a sanctuary for starlings,
pigeons and little egrets who eat plenty of insects,
but dangerous winds and terrential rain made them flee;
they have returned this morning to greet their friend Ashlee.
Nobody likes a windy day that messes up their hair,
muggy air makes one sweat, only a cool breeze helps;
broken branches cover cars, lawns and sidewalks,
scared Billy still hides in the closet and it's not a bear.
I sympathize with the hummingbirds with their lively feathers,
and the spruce grouses with brown and black plumage;
I should also mention the yellow-breasted palm warblers...
these pretty birds are also found in thick forests as if in bondage.
The August rainstorm scared kids away from the nearby lake,
they watch the downpour and the gusts of wind flinging blows
to the wide window that steadly shakes and they ask if it's an earthquake;
their dad is very upset seeing the winter logs scattered on the littered grass.
Nature is not always kind, most times is cruel and merciless
and we feel its wrath as a punishment, but is it God doing this?
No, it's Mankind doing deforestation allowing floods and brutal storms;
no, it's the industrial chiminies that emit smoke that destroy our lungs.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2020
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