The bleakness has it’s advantage
In this Surprise October Storm,
The sneakiness with snow, wind,
Rain and cold, in such short spell.

Buried, ourselves and the lines down,
Children worry, with mother’s warm hugs.
Post you’re concerns, to no avail, be patient,
Power lost, we’re survivors, like the lions roar.

Inch by inch, water rising, our spirits lowering,
Communication limited as close, and wish to tell,
Or find out who’s to blame, it’s no one’s fault,
We were all caught off guard, this time it seems.

Pre-winter, blues surprise, flood in-fury,
Not as such as the graveness of Orleans,
But like, not showing ourselves at night
In the cool and peaceful candle light.

For those who’ve waited, but waited out,
The un-choicer in the unforeseen storm,
Hours in mingled seclusion, as you fear,
It was more so, that help would bring hope.

The elements I write of, in fifty six degrees,
Had covered three sixty, of a place called Erie.
Dealing with what we take for granted and more,
Back then, how did they cope, but for a log cabin?

Even then and now, with the sun to shine,
To only melt the snow and make it worse,
We’ll hurry to try and beat it, lacking the
Power source to help us along, inch for inch.

Natures trick for our treat, surprise,
No candy from the doors we knock on,
But to make sure, those who need more help
Could get it, even from those never met before.

Those of us that have dreams of more wood
On the fire, and thankful for those who share it,
Warmth in their hearts, and for those that rely
On what they still have, and also share it, thanks.

This wasn’t the worst, but how it came,
Not much if anything, that could have
Been more preventive, except maybe if,
Wishing It happened like say in July!

With what we’ll try to say and believe
That could have been done better, faster,
Only wishful are our thoughts, to direct
Them, let’s make this a political issue.

Sometimes, the more we fill our minds
With more to fuel-up our emotions, and
For what we lack now, our voices will
Scream that much more, even louder.

Who’s at the helm, who’s in control?
And sometimes everyone wants control.
This wasn’t a very comfortable situation,
We’re all in it, and it’s the help we wait for.

©2006, Ron Globe