No, There Will Be No Hurricane Tonight.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2023 01:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just something that happened in my past.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. yes, you and I remember events from millions of years ago!
    Remember when we greeted the earthlings on the Moon in 1969, as we stepped out from the other side of the Moon?

    • Goldfinch60

      Yes Orchi, I remember them well.

      Andy

    • Teddy.15

      I remember I didn't go to school the day after in London the streets were filled with trees and wreckage. A frightening moment indeed. Very well captures in this poem dear Andy. 💖

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Teddy, yes it changed everything, Sevenoaks became Oneoak. Lol

        Andy

      • Doggerel Dave

        Just got out in time....

        • Goldfinch60

          Well done you.
          It was a good job it happened overnight otherwise many more would have died.

          Andy

        • Bella Shepard

          A vivid account of something I'm sure you will never forget. Good write my friend.

          • Goldfinch60

            So true Bella, thank you.

            Andy



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