It was like a live, fierce animal waiting outside my door-waiting to grasp me into it mouth and chew me up-then spit me out like all the debris lying on the ground. This storm invades our cities causing mass devastation-taking peoples’ lives, Their homes-some-everything they own. This storm is indeed a terrorist invading our land-coming from another world pouncing on its innocent prey.We need to fight this terrorist attack with all we have- To bomb it before it gets here making it die a slow death that is washed out in a gentle rain. LR9-15-08
First Autumn Night Big full moon in a paisley-clouded sky Feel the first chill of autumn in the air. Welcome it After a cotton-candy, dry, Sticky summer That brought us a devastating hurricane Tearing thru our cities With razor sharp teeth And leaving houses looking Like matchsticks lying on the beaches. We welcome the new hope Of fall leading us into winter The cool, crisp mornings When bird’s songs seem to echo So much clearer in the air.And the sunlight mixes in the sky A glowing radiance But not burning things in its wake. LR9-15-08
Hurricane Poem Just went thru a horrible hurricane Decided I’d stay home-Don’t have money to go anywhere And if I’d ride a bus-they Might take my little dog away-And send her to a shelter I’d die and so would she. These are the choices poor people Have to make.People who have older cars they dare Not drive too far and Get stranded on the road.People who don’t have the extra money To just up and run and stay in A nice, clean, cook hotel or Motor inn.People who don’t have the luxury of a mobile home To drive and stay in. But being poor as I am materially I have been blessed beyond measure-My prayers answered For God to get me thru this horrible Storm-Lying in the dark in the empty tub in My bathroom with my little dog-I called out to Jesus to save us To please help us all.I prayed to St. Theresa to prayFor us and she did.So poor as I amI’m richly blessed beyondMeasure- I made it thru the stormI’ve alive; my little dog is alive,We had no damage done to our home. I thank God, I thank Jesus I praise you for holding me In the palm of your hand Once again. LR9-13-08
Ike I’m watching MSNBC-keeping up with all the politics of the day-Immersed with weather reports in-between. Ike is coming-he’s going to be a Cat. 3 –he’s going to cover a wide range of all our area, starting with Galveston. It’s 6:00 – the lights go out, the TV is off- there’s no sound.I had gathered my flashlight and push lights and batteries-but had no idea what awaited me. I forgot to get a 9V battery for my radio so I use my stereo headphone radio to listen continuously to the news. As the night progresses there is utter darkness inside and out-except for my little flashlight and push lights. I stay up all night-not being able to sleep lying in my empty tub in the bathroom.The weather people stress staying in the center room of your hose that has no windows. My little dog is with me in the tub, I laid out a towel for us to lie on and have some pillows, one for my back and another to cover my head if needed. I sit there in darkness hearing horrible sounds of wind-which sounds like it will push open my front door and the back door is making noises too. I’m praying no windows will break open, even though they are storm windows. This is my first experience in my new apartment going thru a storm and not just any storm-but Ike-a forceful Cat. 3Hurricane. The whole time I’m listening to my earphones of what is taking place. Galveston is covered in water, homes are destroyed, I-45 is under water. Meanwhile I hear what’s going on outside my door. I lie here exhausted-my little dog is quite, I gave her a small bit of her tranquilizer so she wouldn’t go spastic.Meanwhile my heart is pounding, I’m shaking, and I’m praying my life won’t end this way. Then after what seemed a lifetime of agony fear, there’s quite-No rain, no noise, no wind trying to blow into my windows and doors. The eye has hit and there’s a lull of about an hour. I go to bed so tired I quickly fall asleep, even though it’s hot and humid. Waking up suddenly I hear –not again-the rain starting, the wind blowing like a furious wolf trying to find its prey. Still half asleep I gather up everything again and my little dog and we’re back in the empty tub once more. This time is much worse than before-the news people said this would happen. Why couldn’t they have been wrong about this. Again I go thru all the fear hearing the roaring wind, the bashing rain that won’t stop. It goes on far around 45 minutes or more. Again my heart is racing, I’m shaking from fear.Jesus, I’m praying-please let it stop, please help us-help us all. Finally but very slowly the wind dies down, the rain slacks up and I can get out of the tub and the bathroom and walk around. It’s l raining again-coming down in sheets but it’s finally daylight-I can see what’s going on. The wind still blows almost without let up.As I sit here writing by an open window-to get some air inside I nearly fall asleep from exhaustion. I know this is the last storm I want to weather out. But if there is another one-where can I go? LR9-13-08
Causes Linda Reid Supports
I support causes for peace and justice, earth issues, Feed the Children, Bread for the World, helping the homeless, and Democratic Progressives.