Poem: The Reflection in Our New Backyard Pond (Hurricanes)
The Reflection in Our New Backyard Pond
By Nordette N. Adams
'Twas the season of hurricanes, when all through the land,
creatures called "Whodats" scurried and ran
to Home Depot, to Lowe's, to Sam's and to Rouses
for candles and canned goods and fixin's for houses.
They tuned in TVs to local news stations,
dreading the word, "evacuation."
They counted their children and grandparents, too,
and
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