The Storm named Harvey (bh & ah) 2017
we were warned fox and farmer songbirds and butterflies
the storm was on the horizon a category four before landfall
the water choppy and would continue to ravage during the night
and the days that followed/ the wind blew the rain fell
songbirds ceased to sing the streets began to flow like rivers
when the rains stopped and the sun began to shine i rubbed my eyes
it was a place i no longer knew the last tomatoes on the vine were swept away
along with cars and trucks pets and patio furniture homes flooded
damage was everywhere it was like an evil spell only to be broken
by the goodness of the heart neighbor helping neighbor lives saved
tomorrow we begin again in a new world
time will be divided by (bh) before harvey and (ah) after harvey
September 3, 2017
Note: It is only the beginning of hurricane season, for many years we have been warned, the storms will be bigger, and will do more damage. The sea will become the enemy, people will flee to higher ground.
I was not there for Harvey, but the Texas Gulf Coast is where I was born and where I lived until I moved to the mountains some 20 years ago. There were many storms while I lived there, but none as bad as Harvey, and it is probable that Harvey will not be the last. My poem was based on my experience of past storms.