Page 111 - The Gonzaga Record 1986
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ODE TO A STORM
The heavens darken and conspire;
Open plains wait,
While wind whirls, gathers speed
Silence speaks and
Overtures of shadows play
As the storm 'wakens,
Labourers attempt to save the hay.
Far off, the growl of thunder rolls.
Crops blest with summer's sun
Waste, rot.
Winds whine and whistle through the leaves.
The sky twists, deathlike; dark,
A flash of light blinds the eye
With rushing torrents rains burst forth,
Great sheets of water drench the 'scape.
Lightning strikes an aged tree;
It creaks and cracks and falls to ground;
Rivers swell, churn and overflow,
Great gusts of gales destroying blow.
And when the rains subside,
Clouds disperse and winds lie low,
Rootless houses stand;
A sigh of wind prevails, as a
Hopeless people inspect their land.
C. Twomey (S.4)
109
The heavens darken and conspire;
Open plains wait,
While wind whirls, gathers speed
Silence speaks and
Overtures of shadows play
As the storm 'wakens,
Labourers attempt to save the hay.
Far off, the growl of thunder rolls.
Crops blest with summer's sun
Waste, rot.
Winds whine and whistle through the leaves.
The sky twists, deathlike; dark,
A flash of light blinds the eye
With rushing torrents rains burst forth,
Great sheets of water drench the 'scape.
Lightning strikes an aged tree;
It creaks and cracks and falls to ground;
Rivers swell, churn and overflow,
Great gusts of gales destroying blow.
And when the rains subside,
Clouds disperse and winds lie low,
Rootless houses stand;
A sigh of wind prevails, as a
Hopeless people inspect their land.
C. Twomey (S.4)
109
