Monday, August 29, 2011

Time Out

Irene was storming up and down the street
erratic footprints from her gusty feet
one current stopped, another raged
torrential waters kept us caged
she used to be so small and sweet
before her private war was waged.


richard said...

While the east coast washes away,
we still look to the sky and pray.

rch said...

and boy did it, what a mess!

Anonymous said...

been there - great poem.

rch said...

it was quite a tantrum, thanks Paige :)