A Storm to Remember

October 4, 2008
By Savannah Owen, Pearland, TX

The winds blow,
I see debris fly past the window,
All of us are huddled in the middle room.
No power,
No water,
A flash of light brightens the sky,
The crack of a whip fills our ears.
Then silence,
Has the storm past?
Only for a few relieving seconds.
Then we would be back inside,
For the rest of th storm to pass.
I hear another deafening crack,
The eye has passed...
...but the worst has yet to come.

The author's comments:
This poem is about hurricane Ike and that it was my first real experience with a hurricane. This is basically what went through my mind during the storm.

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nonstersmom said...
on Oct. 12 2008 at 4:01 pm
I love, love, love your poem!!! great job!


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