Monday, 05 November 2012
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
We were nervous that day, on October two-nine,
All the Halloween costumes were looking quite fine.
Trick-or-treating excitement infused the kids’ plans,
As Hurricane Sandy’s wrath spread over the lands.
We expected the blow, we knew well in advance,
We had bought our supplies, leaving nothing to chance.
As the afternoon passed, the winds started to blow,
And we knew right away we were in for a show.
In the night, rain began, breaking trees, power lines,
Without juice, nothing worked, it was dark as a mine.
We all knew for a fact we had trouble in store
As we cowered inside at the tempest’s great roar.
The candles were lit, and the neighbors were waiting,
Not one of us knew when the blast was abating.
New Jersey was pummeled with the brunt of the storm,
Without heat in our homes it was hard to keep warm.
At the shore, waves whipped hard, summer houses were tossed,
In the streets and the sea, many homes were now lost.
All the news was so dreadful, it soon became clear,
That Sandy’s “Trick” was no “Treat” for grownups this year.
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