by | Jan 2, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

Wave after wave beat on the shore

A fearful wind through rigging tore

Then fled the scene to howl past seats

Where promenade and houses meet

Weaving through the streets of town

And bringing pots from chimneys down

Not for a moment did it stop

On up the hill and o’er the top

Dragging in its frenzied tail

The sound of children’s frightened wails

Soon after dawn the townsfolk saw

The damage wrought the night before

How thoughtless nature in her haste

Had laid their pretty town to waste

Now, no more the pretty streets

But damaged roofs and upturned seats

The promenade awash with rubble

But mother nature saw no trouble

She was serene just as before

And gentle waves now lapped the shore


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