HURRICANES
Wet and very windy, miserable and dull, horrible this week
Our weather has been, hurricane Frances now quite tamed
Is the reason, after all the destruction and havoc she did wreak,
And the pain she left and all the things she killed and maimed.
Her rage now subsiding as she flails weakly, still with force,
Almost at the end of her life span she in anger starts to die,
I wonder if she can become peaceful at the end of her course,
Feel calm and friendly and at last in sweet contentment lie?
But her man Ivan is following more terrible than his mate,
The poor sea coast people have no respite from each storm,
Homes and structures ripped apart, more meet an awful fate,
How long can nature come to reap her harvest of cruel harm?
Each year hurricanes, tornadoes, tropical storms as well
Come to plague us but give us the strength to carry on,
It brings goodness and kindness in human hearts to dwell,
All helping each other until the work needed is all done.
There is somewhere good in all things however bad they be,
Although if you lose all you have that maybe hard to find,
But look around this world and we often are able to see
That it is catastrophe and trouble that makes people kind.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 9 September 2004