The wind and sea are fierce allies
Destroying at a whim what honest men built
Homes drop off cliffs, forever destroyed
Others uninhabitable because of their tilt
And the wind continues to blow
To watch from a distance brings a glow
Nature, by nature, puts on a show
It is foolish to watch and panic
No need for a plan to recover
We must wait until the storm is over
The damage then we will discover
A bench and its platform are gone
At least it is out of sight
Maybe washed out to sea
Covered with water and sand may be its plight
Where we once played a game of bocce
We could now play water polo
Although it is too cold to play
We feel we lost part of our soul
What we had been given
Has now been taken away
Thankfully we live on higher ground
Can see the damage, hear the sound
This will end, just like the rain always does
Then the extent of our loss will be found
Stanski
October 22, 2019 ^
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