The hurricane hits,
You batten down your hatches,
Try to secure everything.
It's all a big mess.
Hurricanes don't
Respect our boundaries!
Soon you're just trying to survive,
Holed up in a small, safe room.
You doze off. When you awake,
Everything is still. You venture outside.
You gape, speechless!
The hurricane has taken
All you've ever known
And re-arranged it,
Leaving it perfect, resplendent:
The beauty you've always dreamed of!
Love this one Max. Good vision of natures force blasting rubble away.
What a fantasy...but it is more prose than poetry, in my opinion. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Max - read Compassion (mine) and there is the horrible side of the event. It was written in honor of the survivors of Katrina. Linda