The town wore a deserted look <br />Rubble scattered and piled <br />All around the skeletons <br />Of the once beautiful buildings <br />The wrath of the Gods was evident <br />From the trembling of the earth <br />And the loosening of the grounds <br />That for centuries had supported the town <br /> <br />Traumatised children covered with dust <br />Rummaged desperately through the debris <br />To recover their toys and prized possessions <br />Some adults went in search of fresh water <br />While Others shell shocked sat around in groups <br />Speaking in muffled voices of the quake <br />It was as though they were afraid that noise <br />Of any kind would bring on more tremors <br /> <br />Rescue workers were still trying desperately <br />To reach the town which had been cut-off from <br />Civilisation after the main bridge collapsed <br />Then something unusual happened <br />There was a strong wind which blew across <br />The affected area taking with it the dust <br />The survivors seemed to look cleaner and <br />Could even identify some scraps of food <br />Like biscuits and bread which looked edible <br /> <br />They called out to the children more audibly <br />And started rationing out the morsels of food <br />As well as sips of juice from the cans <br />Which were found intact in the rubble <br />Soon signs of hope returned into their eyes <br />Amazing how a little food can help boost morale <br />Even in desperate circumstances like earthquakes <br />So until the fresh supplies and aid reach them <br />They can only hope that another holy wind blows by<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-aftermath-15/
