What a scare to know it is
coming.
I wish I could hide.
But it’s no use to start
running
from an act of god.
I have just a little time
To run through my mind
what to take in a moment
and
what to leave behind.
No time to think.
I hear the whistling
sound.
The branches are breaking.
The surf is high.
I lock my door and glare
at the sky.
No time to think
Of things not important.
Like boats and furniture.
All I need is my family.
We feel it is too bad
We have such a storm
Without warning
From those who should
know.
But sit back and ponder.
We were warned long ago.
Be Prepared
Were the words
From the Prophet.
He will come as a thief in
the night.
Be prepared not just with
water and light.
It will be like the day I
remember
The day in November.
I was in the hurricane in Laie, Oahu, Hawaii 1982
Written November 28th
1982,
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