Mom and dad and kids on the beach.
They look to the horizon out of reach.
A storm’s a comin’ bearing down on each.
Building castles in the damp sand.
A fun day that was long planned.
A storm’s a comin’ with it’s heavy hand.
Dark clouds with rain and wind rush in.
Covering an area where the sun should have been.
A storm’s a comin’ and is positioned to win.
They grab frightened kids and attempt to run.
To the unthinking monster what’s done is done.
A storm’s a comin’ and left in it’s wake…none.
Copyright © September 21, 2011 by Lowell Bergeron
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