That big storm that brought with it destruction,
Have yet still, to complete reconstruction,
And every storm that comes along,
Does of me worry unless I sit here,
And smoke from my bong…J
Now I understand,
Totally & completely first hand,
How a storm that knocked down my tree,
And did come to us unplanned,
Can scare me in the future,
Especially when all around still does lie debris…
I hope this inordinate fear,
Does someday soon from my memory clear,
I don’t need any more stress in my life,
So don’t let my outwardly calm attitude sway you,
Still to myself; scared I do appear…
© ed ~ 7/18/12
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