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.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
While the east coast washes away,
ReplyDeletewe still look to the sky and pray.
and boy did it, what a mess!
ReplyDeletebeen there - great poem.
ReplyDeleteit was quite a tantrum, thanks Paige :)
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