The Hurricane ©TONYFALLON102818
We had a hurricane in July
it really was the wildest
They said the worst was outside the eye
I swear it was the loudest
The weather outside was horrid
The wind was fast and loud
It was so hot it was torrid
and the willows they were bowed
and the willows they were bowed
Clouds were like they’d been unchained
Racing madly onward
Only by a mountain could they be contained
On their journey forward
The wind came in at a hundred and ten
With gusts sometimes faster
It scared both women and men
We were headed for disaster
Very soon the clouds parted
And the rain came down unchecked
It was not a day for the faint hearted
As many sheds were being wrecked
Onward, onward still it blew
Each moment more frightening
Blew away the table and the barbecue
Thunder rolled with lightening
There was too much new water for the river
And it over flowed its banks
As I looked on this catastrophe I began to shiver
It tore down the walk bridge and swept away the planks
Onward, onward sped the water it was on the road
Traffic was stopped by a fire truck
Still the river never slowed
And the road was filled with muck
I heard glass breaking I could not ignore
The trailer of my neighbor had been hit broadside
It had been parked by in laws on the plot next door
Thank God they were in Florida it was not occupied
The eye passed through yet we had concern
For an hour
practically nothing stirred
We knew this was a respite and it would return
But we had a chance to assess the damaged we’d incurred.
This storm had been so early it had not been named
But on the run though it had been so vicious
By the mountains it had been tamed
Yet in a short time it acted so officious
Nature can be kind nature can be cruel
A hurricane in July surely is her warning
That we are abusing fossil fuel
This town was ruined by morning
The man who built this dwelling
Must have been a fool
Or not good at foretelling
My basement had enough water for a swimming pool
We had often been chastised
Not to chance our life and limb
Safe places had been organized
The water might get so high that we’d have to swim.
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