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the storm |
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mikeandrew Member
since 2010-11-18
Posts 198
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Flat bed trucks deliver bundles of emergency burlap bags preparing for the onslaught of the mighty storm, the volunteers grabbed their shovels like weapons of war hurriedly digging and filling up those sandbags with red tags. . Hoisting and piling up sand bags into great walls , desperately working to barricade the vulnerable town from the flash floods to come. I could see in their faces the anguish and agony ,while dark clouds hung overhead, fore warning of its destruction ahead, hands sore and raw they worked on relentlessly in sand and mud to stop the flood. The storm rapidly approaches with stronger winds, the river begins to rise people desperate and in despair, begin to yell out loud, scornfully attacking mother nature. She punishes with a thunderous voice and pellets them with a hard cold rain, and a bolt of lightning, striking the flat bed down in flames, to end her claims. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Nature. Untamed when it wanted to be. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Doesn't take long for the powerful forces of nature to shut down man's too easy world. Great vivid images in this. Eric |
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Prats Member
since 2010-12-16
Posts 74 |
Nature is wonderful... it can create as well as destroy... n man can't tame it in anyway...  ur poem has expressed it wonderfully... i luvd it... Heaven is not that place where you go when you die... it's that time in your life when you actually feel ALIVE!!! |
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