After The Storm Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

The storm was awful fierce last night,
And even with the shutters,
There were places where a candle wouldn't light,
And some rain trickled through
While we feared for the roof.
All night long we could hear the church
Bell clanging and clanking and Isaac said
That Father Pegg was upside down
With his leg in the rope,
Which made us smile and think on it
All evening, although we shouldn't.
When we were about today, Mrs.Smith
Had a bruised eye from a flapping door,
And everyone had things to straighten and brooms.
The big old sessile oak where the hunt meets
Came down across the road
And flattened Tom Skerritt's henhouse.
All the men took their saws and axes and a horse
And worked all day to shift it.
The girls took bread and cheese and beer
And watched them.
The road was open by evensong,
But me and Isaac looked agog
When Reverend Pegg was limping.