Saddened air of silent voices, <br />of souls departed, but not alone. <br />Staying close among their homesteads, <br />no buildings stood that fateful day. <br />The terrible carnage, Cataclysmic Cyclone. <br />You held them in your powerful rage. <br /> <br />Nature showed its teeth and anger, <br />Consuming all, no matter what the age, <br />A young child crying for its mother, <br />sadness around for all to see. <br />Help is needed but slow in coming, <br />What you get, is what you see. <br /> <br />Among the twisted devastation, <br />A face is fixed, but happy, smiling, <br />A child calls out, <br />and is reunited, <br />the dolly clutched, <br />in tiny hands. <br /> <br /> © 2008 All rights Reserved<br /><br />Ken Anstiss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-voices/
