"eye of the hurricane" -- a Poem for Weekly Scribblings # 44

 Hurricane Ernesto, a tropical storm hits Florida in 2006. The "eye" is in the middle of the blue swirl 

Satellite Map, 11:00 PM EDT on August 27, 2006
Click picture, then do f11 to enlarge
Photo courtessy of Weather Underground and NASA 

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The Storm 

We walked through the eye of the hurricane 

Gathering sticks, throwing stones, kicked a can 

Little did we know the can was a home 

Home to liars and cheats scum of the earth 

In there hiding from storm, and their victims 

'Tis said their kind wins battles loses wars 

So the can was kicked into the gutter 

Where the scum had come, now floating down stream 

And when the eye moved on new scum was born 

All good blown down or blew away--we cried 

Our efforts in vain 

Where can justice live? 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy at the Weekly  Scribblings # 44, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-44-eye-of-hurricane.html?m=1

 - for the Weekly Scribblings, our Rommy would like us to craft our words around the phrase: “eye of the hurricane”. We can choose to do this literally or figuratively.   

 - Two years later: 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RSWPmNskZj4

[Jim1Jim1 YouTube]

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We had no damage to our home, not even a shingle was lost. The winds reached about 80 MPH for a couple of hours. 

Then we lived in Montgomery, Texas,  which was 105 miles north of the shoreline of the Gulf of Mexico.  Now we live near Katy, Texas, about 75 miles from the Gulf.

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