Swirling angrily from ocean vast,
Wilma's Iron fist doth blast
The coast of far Americay
- This season's blown her half away!
Nature's washed their souls, their lives
Drowned husbands, fathers, sisters, wives
Tumbled buildings, felled tall trees,
washed the ships in from the seas
Taught the cars to roll and swim
Blew power out and windows in
what a season it has been
The worst the record books have seen
Should we listen, is this warning
Man's reward for Global Warming!
Lucy Burrow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2005-hurricane-season/
