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