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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: March 24, 2015      Views: 23

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Surviving the horrors of Mother Nature
"Hurricane Camille" by Quoiky
I remember well the horror
Of a night so long ago
When the children all were quiet
And the minutes passed so slow.

When at each sound, men would shiver
And women wished to cry
Because they knew that if the walls came down,
Together, they would die.

At eight, the wind was brisk and spry
At ten, each shelter full,
At twelve, Camille brought down the walls
On 24 souls in a school.

200 mph winds kept up its pace
Throughout the entire night
Collapsing buildings, wrecking cars
Flooding homes past water heights.

As the devastating winds increased
Fire red sky could be seen
With parts of the shelter ripped away
Camille's eye looked angry and mean.

At last the morning sunshine came
Only to be found
Cars and trains and houses smashed!
Dead bodies all around.

Marshall law now in affect
People's things were scattered
Furniture tossed in upturned trees
Clothing torn and tattered.

People looked at broken boards,
Here they couldn't stay
Graveyards torn from top to bottom
Diseases on the way.

People can build buildings
And fix things about the same,
But the lives paid for the damage
And will many times again.

Author Notes
When Hurricane Camille reached her peak, huge chunks of the shelter we were in became ripped away like small Legos. The sound of a locomotive roar was followed by screams of panic as people scattered to avoid the falling timber, concrete and metal. You could see into the sky through the torn roof. We could see red, glowing, angry fire...Hurricane Camille's eye.
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