Think about the tree’s blowing in the wind
Think about the cold night air crashing against your door
Think about the street all loosing their bins
Only to find them tipped on the floor.
Think about the rain patting on the roof
Think about the leaves flying through the sky
Think about the horses freezing in their hooves
Letting out a gigantic sigh
Think about the thunder hitting your heart
Think about the lightning forks piercing the heavens
Think about the rumble you will always remember
As the perfect storm that hit your part of town
The winter is a season that can stick in your mind
A memory, a thought, a night back whenever
“Remember the great storm back in 79? ”
That’s the kind of thing you’ll remember forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem