Satellite Radar Image of Laura
Coming Ashore at Category 4
Oh Louisiana!
Laura has come and Laura has gone,
in the night, they left in a throng,
how many stayed back is still unknown,
but she freaked those who stayed,
with her shrieking, howling song.
For those who do not know what it's like,
to have your whole world coming apart,
your household flying, ripping and groaning,
in the pitch dark, tearing at your heart.
It goes on forever, like it will never end,
waiting for the dawn and the wind to subside.
Hoping you'll be alive to see it come,
hoping you won't lose those by your side.
And then it is calm and Laura has left,
a trail of destruction of biblical scale,
leaving perhaps behind Katrina's toll,
death and destruction, too, pale.
While many humans escaped with their lives,
the wildlife of Louisiana had no escape,
leaving alligators with a feast to engorge
they died by the millions from Laura's rape.
The fickle fate of the weather,
can only be studied and charted,
we can't control it anymore than,
who will live or be departed.
There are but good fortune,
have we missed a bullet again.
But what will happen next time,
the who, where and when?
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
8/27/20
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Regis. 🍁
Rebecca
Sandie
Have a blessed weekend.