Hurricane

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Hurricane!

Nothing like a wake up call to show the way we live

and not to know the simple ways an older day could give.

We board our windows, stock our shelves,

Secure our loose ends, prepare ourselves.

Children calmed and pets secure, we pause to look outdoors...

A lone dove stops to feed as rain in sheets then pours.

The treetops bend in half with grace from sheer powers of the storm,

Pine needles, leaves and limbs form arrows as they're torn.

Condos sway with forceful gusts, cars jump in their tracks.

People lose connections, later view the ruin and wrack.

And deep inside I tremble as wind howls, hisses and screams

Of intuitive survival and the art of patient "dreams."

Ljean

They whip the coast, sinking ships, spawning tornadoes and thunderstorms across their paths...

A storm not to be taken lightly and one not to be reckoned with as a disguised killer. Predictions are always subject to change as with the whims of a child.

I am a survivor of a few storms along the Gulf coast.

And in 1995, Tropical Storm Erin originated in the Bahamas on a Sunday causing our county officials to cast a watchful eye from miles away. By Wednesday, the storm had become an 85 mph hurricane whipping the Florida coast at Vero Beach. She weakened, regaining the title of Tropical Storm. The Gulf of Mexico's warm waters lifted the storm's spirits and caused it to regain strength, quickly becoming a Category 1 Hurricane. Our county officials then activated for serious monitoring of the situation. Thousands fled the beaches as it blew in. Bridges were closed. Shelters were filled. As is quite typical of these storms, no one really knew what it would do. The storm took advantage of the situation, just like many before it, choosing to zig-zag and tease the shoreline before deciding on Pensacola as its target. Much damage was left behind and fortunately no deaths. The latter is largely dependent on the technology we have today to help predict these storms. Erin was the worst experience the city had had with a hurricane in 69 years. There was no warning in 1926. In that storm 372 died in Florida and Alabama.

All of us learn when survival is the issue. We have come a long way since then.

Erin spawned more than disaster and lessons. Inspiration was the case in the following two poems. Enjoy the fantasy of dreams!

Old Man and the Mermaid Sir Erin

White Shadows Opal Angel

E-mail me

Please do not use these poems as your own and respect our rights as the author.

The image at the beginning of this page is the courtesy of

www.PicturesNow.com

The title buttons are my own and the rest along with the background are

Copyright ©1999 Laurie Farese.

All rights reserved.

"Music courtesy of Duane Frybarger"

Do not use these images or music without permission.

I started my pages using what was believed to be public domain, but I prefer to give credit where due.

However, if you should see something on my pages that is yours,

please let me know so that I will have the opportunity to remove or give proper credit.

They are shared for your enjoyment.

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Hurricane!

Nothing like a wake up call to show the way we live

and not to know the simple ways an older day could give.

We board our windows, stock our shelves,

Secure our loose ends, prepare ourselves.

Children calmed and pets secure, we pause to look outdoors...

A lone dove stops to feed as rain in sheets then pours.

The treetops bend in half with grace from sheer powers of the storm,

Pine needles, leaves and limbs form arrows as they're torn.

Condos sway with forceful gusts, cars jump in their tracks.

People lose connections, later view the ruin and wrack.

And deep inside I tremble as wind howls, hisses and screams

Of intuitive survival and the art of patient "dreams."

Ljean

They whip the coast, sinking ships, spawning tornadoes and thunderstorms across their paths...

A storm not to be taken lightly and one not to be reckoned with as a disguised killer. Predictions are always subject to change as with the whims of a child.

I am a survivor of a few storms along the Gulf coast.

And in 1995, Tropical Storm Erin originated in the Bahamas on a Sunday causing our county officials to cast a watchful eye from miles away. By Wednesday, the storm had become an 85 mph hurricane whipping the Florida coast at Vero Beach. She weakened, regaining the title of Tropical Storm. The Gulf of Mexico's warm waters lifted the storm's spirits and caused it to regain strength, quickly becoming a Category 1 Hurricane. Our county officials then activated for serious monitoring of the situation. Thousands fled the beaches as it blew in. Bridges were closed. Shelters were filled. As is quite typical of these storms, no one really knew what it would do. The storm took advantage of the situation, just like many before it, choosing to zig-zag and tease the shoreline before deciding on Pensacola as its target. Much damage was left behind and fortunately no deaths. The latter is largely dependent on the technology we have today to help predict these storms. Erin was the worst experience the city had had with a hurricane in 69 years. There was no warning in 1926. In that storm 372 died in Florida and Alabama.

All of us learn when survival is the issue. We have come a long way since then.

Erin spawned more than disaster and lessons. Inspiration was the case in the following two poems. Enjoy the fantasy of dreams!

Old Man and the Mermaid Sir Erin

White Shadows Opal Angel

E-mail me

Please do not use these poems as your own and respect our rights as the author.

The image at the beginning of this page is the courtesy of

www.PicturesNow.com

The title buttons are my own and the rest along with the background are

Copyright ©1999 Laurie Farese.

All rights reserved.

"Music courtesy of Duane Frybarger"

Do not use these images or music without permission.

I started my pages using what was believed to be public domain, but I prefer to give credit where due.

However, if you should see something on my pages that is yours,

please let me know so that I will have the opportunity to remove or give proper credit.

They are shared for your enjoyment.
Please be warned! This page will try your patience. It takes considerable time to load an applet. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it.
Hurricane!
Nothing like a wake up call to show the way we live
and not to know the simple ways an older day could give.
We board our windows, stock our shelves,
Secure our loose ends, prepare ourselves.
Children calmed and pets secure, we pause to look outdoors...
A lone dove stops to feed as rain in sheets then pours.
The treetops bend in half with grace from sheer powers of the storm,
Pine needles, leaves and limbs form arrows as they're torn.
Condos sway with forceful gusts, cars jump in their tracks.
People lose connections, later view the ruin and wrack.
And deep inside I tremble as wind howls, hisses and screams
Of intuitive survival and the art of patient "dreams."
Ljean

They whip the coast, sinking ships, spawning tornadoes and thunderstorms across their paths...
A storm not to be taken lightly and one not to be reckoned with as a disguised killer. Predictions are always subject to change as with the whims of a child.
I am a survivor of a few storms along the Gulf coast.
And in 1995, Tropical Storm Erin originated in the Bahamas on a Sunday causing our county officials to cast a watchful eye from miles away. By Wednesday, the storm had become an 85 mph hurricane whipping the Florida coast at Vero Beach. She weakened, regaining the title of Tropical Storm. The Gulf of Mexico's warm waters lifted the storm's spirits and caused it to regain strength, quickly becoming a Category 1 Hurricane. Our county officials then activated for serious monitoring of the situation. Thousands fled the beaches as it blew in. Bridges were closed. Shelters were filled. As is quite typical of these storms, no one really knew what it would do. The storm took advantage of the situation, just like many before it, choosing to zig-zag and tease the shoreline before deciding on Pensacola as its target. Much damage was left behind and fortunately no deaths. The latter is largely dependent on the technology we have today to help predict these storms. Erin was the worst experience the city had had with a hurricane in 69 years. There was no warning in 1926. In that storm 372 died in Florida and Alabama.
All of us learn when survival is the issue. We have come a long way since then.

Erin spawned more than disaster and lessons. Inspiration was the case in the following two poems. Enjoy the fantasy of dreams!

Old Man and the Mermaid Sir Erin

White Shadows Opal Angel

E-mail me

Please do not use these poems as your own and respect our rights as the author.

The image at the beginning of this page is the courtesy of

www.PicturesNow.com

The title buttons are my own and the rest along with the background are

Copyright ©1999 Laurie Farese.

All rights reserved.

"Music courtesy of Duane Frybarger"

Do not use these images or music without permission.

I started my pages using what was believed to be public domain, but I prefer to give credit where due.

However, if you should see something on my pages that is yours,

please let me know so that I will have the opportunity to remove or give proper credit.

They are shared for your enjoyment.
Erin spawned more than disaster and lessons. Inspiration was the case in the following two poems. Enjoy the fantasy of dreams!

E-mail me

Please do not use these poems as your own and respect our rights as the author.

The image at the beginning of this page is the courtesy of
www.PicturesNow.com
The title buttons are my own and the rest along with the background are
Copyright ©1999 Laurie Farese.
All rights reserved.
"Music courtesy of Duane Frybarger"
Do not use these images or music without permission.
I started my pages using what was believed to be public domain, but I prefer to give credit where due.
However, if you should see something on my pages that is yours,
please let me know so that I will have the opportunity to remove or give proper credit.
They are shared for your enjoyment.