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Jill Eisnaugle Poem
The coughing, the headaches, the sneezing
This flu bug is not at all pleasing
I’m down with the croup
So, I’ll drink chicken soup
and pray the soup high ends my wheezing
Copyright © Jill Eisnaugle | Year Posted 2012
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So many lives lost, so many hearts shattered
Across the Deep South, twisters shook all that mattered
All over our nation, heads are bowed to mourn
A show of support for the weather’s war torn
The storms that have ravaged have changed us forever
The toll on our lives will not leave us ever
But from these dark hours and moments of pain
The strength of the South will shine through the rain
Tornadoes can rage, but can’t tarnish the heart
Their winds cannot tear the South’s spirit apart
For centuries’ past, our lives have trudged ahead
Through memories, we grow; yet, remember our dead
The South is resilient; her people are strong
From this time of hardship, our lives will go on
For hope is a compass that leads us to light
And faith is our sword by which futures are bright
The South’s twister outbreak left many lives broken
The toll of the damage and anguish unspoken
Our thoughts and our prayers openly extend
To the heart of the Southland, now turned on its end
Our thoughts are to show that we are standing by
Our prayers are the shoulders on which you may cry
Our tears cleanse the world through empathy we feel
May our show of support be your solace to heal
©2011- Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Copyright © Jill Eisnaugle | Year Posted 2011
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