The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 205 Poem by Flying Lemming

An earthquake rocked our country
Didn’t quite bring us to our knees
The only real casualty
Were some crumbling tumbling chimneys
But was enough to make the papers
Start the morbid ‘could have been’s
How a disaster could have struck
The highs, lows and inbetweens

I’m thankful that in our little country
The forces of nature are tame
No earthquakes or storms crushing whole towns
Our days are all mostly the same
When I see the brute devastation
Distant tales of pain meet my eyes
With relief I smile at the beauty
Of our dreary damp grey skies