Rain sprinkled to freeze
on everything in view,
Ice hardened with ease
98 icicles grew,
Every tree was painted
until their branches broke,
Others leaned and fainted
even the Mighty Oak.
All power lines busted
darkness was the norm,
A necessity we trusted
had left with the storm,
Yet I felt a squeeze
knowing friends who shared,
They too like the trees
were broke yet still cared.
About this Poem
Joe Veley (aka Elmer) was born and raised in Kingston and comes from a family of 15. He fell in love with poetry as a young boy when his mom helped him write his first one for school. He loves to bowl, fish and camp. He also loves animals and listening to the sound of the rain. He find its very relaxing and therapeutic. He’s been married for 30 years, has two sons, two grandchildren and new one on the way in November 2022. He has been writing for years and has written several hundred poems and is now retired and can concentrate on writing. His love and passion has always been in writing.