Poem ICE STORM 98 by: Charlie Sawyer
When winter arrives and people get cold There will be forever a story told, Of people who survived Mother Nature's fate The storm that was know as Ice Storm 98.
The storm that made the young and old think twice In Maine, we don't just have snow; we also have ice, Although some can remember way back when Look out your windows, it's happening again.
The trees bow down like performers on state The wind passes through with fierce winter rage, While inside we huddle and wait by the hour Surviving the best we know how without power.
Repair crews out working, performing their roles To clean up the downed trees, and fix wires and poles, Neighbors helping neighbor the best that they can The goodness in all people coming out of them again.
The roads ever so bumpy from ice staking its claim Ice covered rooftops from the snow mixed with rain, Icicles hanging from railing to rail Covering all mailboxes and freezing all mail.
But dwell not on the bad, for there's one important thing Only two months to go before the first signs of spring, Try to remember not just the bad, but things that were great, for I know that no one will ever forget, Ices Storm 98. |