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Stormy Weather Report
Contributed by
Lin54
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Friday, 24th February 2006 @ 06:48:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The report is in and the wind storm is coming
I'm left on my own -- yes, I may be one bumming
We are all told to have our flashlights ready and at hand
In case when electricity ceases, I should have planned
Yet I have to work tonight in a town that is nearby
Coming home in the dark is what the report does imply
The trees may fall at my left hand or right
Whatever may be, God's plan is my plight
My family has dispersed to elsewhere places
They won't be back until after the storm rages
This will be an interesting night and what should I fear
An adventure is coming; a memory to hold dear
Yes, I will be brave--I will continue to say
When all is over, I will remember this day
That's why I'm writing this all down as I think
Then I will share with you the details in sync
Yet I know some storms come and skip over this town
That's okay, I won't let any worry abound
Either which way all my trust is in the Lord
I know He cares and under His wings I board.
Copyright ©
Lin54
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2006-02-24 18:48:59]
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Re: Stormy Weather Report
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by emystar on
Saturday, 25th February 2006 @ 12:45:30 AM AEST
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Good write and the best concept.
huggs,
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Re: Stormy Weather Report
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 10:16:02 PM AEST
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Yes, it was scary alright. I live up high on a hill.. I prayed hard for those lost at sea, in Tillamook, Oregon.. the winds howled.. I was standing at my door, and a gust hit me and threw me down to the floor.. right then, I understood Katrina and Rita.. instantly.. the only other time I have been thrown down by the wind was when I was age 11. You are closer to the ocean than I am. I prayed deeply for you and all. Thank you for writing this poem.. and we are blessed that the storm passed us by. I know its the lightening that could get me, although the resounding thunder is hard on my ears and my soul lol.
huggies,
Your friend, and reader..
raquelLeah |
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