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Tangled Trees
by Ronald W. Hull → (All Poetry by Ronald W. Hull)
Saturday, October 13, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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After experiencing the howling wind, torrential rain and minor damage in three hurricanes, this poem reaches out to those who have been in the path of Michael, the third strongest US hurricane in history.

Photo © Joe Raedle, Getty Images Tangled Trees The eye of the storm, was calm and quiet, a respite from terror, raging through the night. But the terror wasn't over, when a new round began, the wind returned howling, with soul ripping sound. We huddled in horror, our house made of sticks. As pieces of our home, ripped away brick by brick. Rain came sideways, drilling through cracks, soaking everything we had, making us cold and sick. When all was still again, no power in the house, we ventured out carefully, to see what we lost. Our world was shambles, a tangle of trees, unrecognizable landscape, filled with debris. We started picking up, the only thing we could do, for if there was a future, we would have to renew. We will never forget, what we endured that night, and how we became trapped, in broken, tangled trees fright. Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull 10/11/18 You can read this poem at my website here. You can read Eye of Ike here. You can read Eye of the Storm here. You can read Tropical Storm here.
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Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on November 1, 2018

I WATCHED THIS DESTRUCTION ON LINE. I AM GLAD THAT THE WISE HEEDED THE WARNINGS AND CLEARED OUT, BUT AS ALWAYS, SOME DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE. THANKS FOR SHARING, RONALD. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Duke LaRance

Reviewed on October 21, 2018

In 1964 there was flooding literally every where here due to a week's rain on record snow pack. Over 30 died along Birch Creek on the Blackfeet Nation when Swift Dam was blown out. The photo reminds me of the tangled trees and gravel all along the creek which you can still see today.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 17, 2018

Ron, I felt the fear in your well penned poem. What a horrible scene it must have been. Hope that never happens to you again....or to me.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on October 16, 2018

I can only imagine the horror of it all, Ron. Terror runs through my veins but it is a reality and we are sending and have been sending help! It must be overwhelming!!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Sad. Lives destroyed like the tangled trees.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Our daughter lives in Dothan Alabama. Michael slammed them pretty hard. Interesting thoughts. r

Reviewed by Eva Pasco

Reviewed on October 15, 2018

Your poem truly captures the magnitude of this hurricane and it's devastation to those in its path.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Stark, harsh, and real, Ron. I have never experienced a storm such as strikingly describe and hope and I never do. Thank you for sharing your nightmarish adventure. Be well'

Regis

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on October 14, 2018

We have now learned that the utter devastation has proven to be unbelievable. Your poem is vivid and your message one of hope. Special thanks for posting this one.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

A few years back, we had a wind shear come tearing through here with 90 mph winds. There was a lot of toppled trees, and destruction, but nothing like a hurricane. We've also had tornadoes that left a path of destruction, but again, nothing on the scale of a hurricane. I enjoyed this descriptive write except the stanza where the house went from sticks to bricks.

Reviewed by Jerri Blair

Reviewed on October 13, 2018

Great capture of sitting through the storm. I've done it a few times, usually from the interior of the state, but sometimes in the direct path. It's always a wild night.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

My prayers are with those who are in the path of Hurricane Michael, and the victims. It is heartbreaking when one loses everything in a matter of a few minutes. My heart goes out to the victims and their families.

A timely poem which brings to awareness of how fragile our lives could be.

Sandie

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Ah, you have captured the essence of what it feels like to be trapped in the middle of a bad-ass hurricane. I have ridden many of them out. My choice. Never ran from them. Foolish? Maybe. But after the storms had all passed by me, I was there when the scavengers came to loot.

Reviewed by Shervin Hojat, Ph.D.

Ron,
Beautiful poem portraying what people may have gone through.
May affected people renew through strength and faith.
Shervin

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

You've given us a unique title that is very fitting for your poem, as well as a great iconic symbol of Michael's devastation. The tornado/like destruction posited as "Tangled Trees" is a perfect heading for your wordsmithing of Nature's control... always. And then we get deniers of climate change. Go figure.