Ode to our beloved hurricanes
There once was a big storm name Fay
Wet and wild
We willed her away
Then Gustav an impestuous gent
Came calling with fierce tropic threats
Behind him hid sneaky old Hannah
Sweeping coasts
not far from Savannah
But the scariest of all was Ike
Threatening for days with his strike
Josephine, all tropically depressed
Would do us well to keep moving west
To the Bahamas, Cuba and Haiti,
We’re sorry these storms were no ladies
In deference to Gore we’re all pondering
How this couldn’t be part of the warming
Of the globe that we cherish so dearly
How the powers that be can’t think clearly
So, reporting from the beaches Atlantic
We’re tired of Septembers so franctic!
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I started this blog to create a "salon" type atmosphere where aspiring and seasoned authors, book lovers and lovers of the creative process can convene. My contribution is a mix of what's going on at my day job at HCI Books and beyond. And, beyond, in my imagination casts a pretty wide net.Creative posts are welcome but must fit in to the prevailing theme. (Say "book" a couple of times in your post, at least!)
I'm PR Director at HCI for 14 years, consulting on the side, blogging, and studying operatic singing. I'm mother to Tito, Kiwi, Rashi and Mochi, three tweety birds and one puddy cat, respectively. I live high up over the beautiful intracoastal waterway and Atlantic ocean and I love snapping scenic photos on my iphone. I love the beach, and would be happy just pitching a tent there (with air conditioning).
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As a fellow odist I applaud this! There is no better subject matter than current events, which are common to many people. I must ask however :- “Could this provide a ‘platform” for other odes?”
Neil.