THE ICE STORM
The dying lay broken upon the ground
and yet no one could hear a sound.
Broken limbs hung in disarray,
as though awaiting a judgment day.
Each day it seemed life hurried by,
with no one standing there to cry.
But as I passed I felt such grief
the damage was now beyond belief.
Then as I stand, taking in the toll,
in the wind I hear the cries of souls;
though no one else around me stares,
I feel the pain that is in the air.
Yes, some may say I’ve lost my mind,
to them I say, ‘Be not so blind,
for life is in each plant and tree
so when they die should we not grieve?’
The dying lay broken upon the ground
and yet no one could hear a sound.
Broken limbs hung in disarray,
as though awaiting a judgment day.
And I wept……
© Forrest Phelps-Cook
Picture taken in my front yard following the devasting
ice storm that hit N.E. Arkansas in January of 2009.
By forrestc
© 2009 forrestc
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