Sandy
Sandy:
Tree’s on cars , tree’s on the street.
We all were told to stay or retreat.
All we could do was hope and pray,
that our homes were afloat when we returned the next day
Broken glass, and broken fences.
How could sandy hit us, when we are so defenseless?
Everyone took sandy as a joke and a fake
when reality struck we realized that was a big mistake.
Copyright © Bria Obrien | Year Posted 2013
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