The Ice Storm that Came Through When I Was Young
I never saw the morning
The day the icy storm fell.
I missed the rose-red sunrise,
And the birds that weren’t there.
Only whiteness
Only bleak.
There was a cat, but he could barely move.
I could hear all the trees give up their branches with a crack!
I couldn’t go outside,
For my mother’s fear of the cold.
Families lost power, money was lost, trees were ruined,
But I loved it.
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