It came out of the northeast,

The ocean when angry can be a beast,

On Sea Isle City she did feast,

In our beachfront home she left a crease…

For three days she roared through,

Taking back to the sea hundred year old homes,

This town all I knew, the place in which I grew,

Surrounded by such devastation it scared me through & through…

In that year, I was but seven,

I thought I would never make eleven,

The wind shook our house & the ocean surrounded us,

Nowhere else to go we huddled in bed,

Praying that we made it through,

And did not end up together in heaven…

© ed ~ 2/16/12