THE GREAT STORM OF OCTOBER 1987
What a storm it were , eighteen killed , winds reaching one hundred M P HThousands of trees , flattened, up rooted , killed
Just as if a giant's had wielded a scythe through wheat
Many of those trees dated back, a thousand years , more or less
Many a lover had carved their names, upon those trees , some
In Latin , many more in English , maybe some in old Norse
And of course Norman French
Many houses , homes wreck as old trees came crashing down
landing on roofs
Cars , parked out side , awaiting to take there owners
Off to work , to the station , children to school
Now left only for insurance claim , then off to the scrap yard
Once gleaming , owners pride
The Kentish town of Sevenoaks , reduced to the Kentish
Town of Oneoak!! , so sad
Worse storm since 1703 , that one sent a scrodron
Of British men of war with all their crew to their doom upon
The Goodwins sandbanks , not one survivor to tell the tail
That night , the night shift were trapped , as no power to wined
Them up to the fresh air , being blown all around up above them
The engineers had to use gravity to get them up and all power
Lost
Out of the bowls of the earth , it were the afternoon afore they
Were up to see the changes that had happened during their
Extended night shift
Oh what a night , oh what day, that were the storm of October 1987
Billion's of pounds did that wind course in damage, that stormy night
In time the trees were replaced , as nature dos so well
The human cost just eighteen very high all the same.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-10-16 at 22:24
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