The year was eighty-seven,
The year we had the storm.
The wind howled through the night,
Tiles clattered,
Trees toppled,
Rooves moved,
And fell.
The countryside changed,
Yet only eighteen died.
As I drove to work
The landscape was different.
The trees that had blocked my view were down,
Tiles were everywhere.
I got into work, Building Maintenance at the time,
The ‘phones never stopped.
I sent men out to view the hell
That the wind had produced.
Yet only eighteen died.
They tales they told were both horrific,
And funny.
They told of the rooves
They found on the ground,
Lifted from blocks of flats,
And laid to one side.
Of the tree that fell between
Two blocks, yet touched neither.
Of the greenhouse in the middle of the road,
All glass still intact.
Yet only eighteen died.
The saddest part of all
Was that the wind was salt laden,
It killed the colours of autumn
All over the borough.
So that day when we drove to the west
Was so very strange,
So very beautiful,
Because we drove into autumn.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2022 00:13
- Comment from author about the poem: One of my older poems
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Comments4
Good write Gold. will there be no singing tonight?! lol
Thanks Orchi,
so detailed, thanks for sharing
dear Poet
My pleasure Mek, thank you.
Andy
Something very 'Fishy' about the weather that night Andy.
There was a less newsworthy hurricane in early 60's Nottinghamshire which nealy saw the end of my brother and me when a huge brick chimney was blown over and landed on the roof above where were were in our beds. Had that roof been less robust it would have ended my poetry there and then lol.
A great poem from you today. We brits are known for our 'talking about the weather' and boy do we have occasions to talk about especially this month.
It certainly was 'Fishy'.
One of my wife's work colleagues said to her "I've always wanted a tree in my garden. Well I've got one now!"
Andy
The worst weather forecast ever given was that time in eighty seven when all hell was let loose and you were there to see it all Andy - - terror you will never forget.
Yes I was there and working for the council in Building Maintenance and it was my job to send people out to look at various problems. The wind was quite specific, in one area there were two parallel streets, one was severely damaged the other was barely touched - very strange.
Andy
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