From miles out in the horizon, a storm was headed our way;
The oceans waves rolled with fury and  would  hit land today.
People boarded up their homes and headed for a safe place to stay;
This storm of fury was a level four hurricane destroying everything in it's way.
As it hit landfall with it's massive force;
All we could do is pray it would weaken or shift to another coarse.
The raging winds roared above 100mph as it continued on it's path;
We all took shelter as we waited in fear to see it's aftermath.
Never in our history have we witnessed such a beast;
The wrath of mother nature was hungry and our land was her feast.
Shingles flew from rooftops, trees lifted from their roots, thousands left with no power, some were homeless in the street.
Many things we can control in this world but mother nature we will never defeat.
Hurricane Michael made his way and left just as fast;
The storm of October 10, 2018 will soon be a memory past.

“every one shall sit in safety un­der his own vine and fig tree and there shall be none to make him afraid.”*

Letter from George Washington, 1790, to the Jewish community of Newport, Rhode Island


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multiple motifs present poesy alternatives,
but one supremes

safety in your own chosen orchard,
supping on clear water, wine and figs
children of trees, nurtured by one’s own hands,
children of your children, running the grove,
shouting out in sweet safety

the wasps happy shameless pollinate,
dreaming of more generations,
ruefully smiling, thinking of
Adam and Eve, who ashamed of
their apple’d sexuality,
hid their nakedness of course beneath
the safety of
fig leaves

you do not pray for safety
you do not ask for anything,
nothing to fear says the father,
for you already live in our own
George’s garden of eden

I'm your rock of stability,
forever vigilant,
forever here,
I can weather the worst storms,
and I won't budge during the harshest winds.
I've taken mud slides,
and tidal waves,
but I'll stay strong for you.
My will is the sturdiness of iron,
as I am ever persistent,
and ever looking,
for any cracks that form over time,
but I will chisel away at myself,
and make a fine sand,
that I can use to complete you again,
and fill those cracks.
I'm always firm and a solid ground for you to step on,
I've even opened a cave just for you to hide in.
That's not something I do for anyone,
but I'm so happy it's you I let in.
As the oceans rise,
and the lands change,
there will be one thing waiting for you,
your mighty rock,
where you have carved your name inside my walls that will last,
till the end of time.