Ravaging Destruction
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The hurricane hit in the middle of the night,
originating in the Caribbean Sea just a tropical storm;
but by the time it hit land it was a category five,
it brought groans of howling wind and rain.
It lay waste and devastation in its path,
destroying cities and towns without mercy;
buildings, homes and forests lay in ruin and havoc,
people rushed to shelters leaving all they loved.
A war of elements, a tempest wild, and violent,
such strong winds no one can recall ever;
and the rain, and rain, the flooding, destruction,
people and animals drowned in whirling water.
And we are told of the pillage and plunder of homes
by men with no moral compass, oh sadness;
and there are other hurricanes on the way,
a home destroyed with only steps for refuge.
A family clings praying for rescue . . . .
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September 9, 2017
Verse/Ravaging Destruction
Copyright Protected, ID 938427
Hurricanes
Julie Rodeheaver
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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