I told someone before you that beauty can come out of something so drastic and deadly. Your poem is a great example of beauty out of ugly.

I really liked the third line about her drinking the bay. After seeing those pictures of the water just gone, people walking where there used to be twenty feet of water...scared me. I thought the water might come crashing back and drown them. You inspired very vivid mental pictures.

I also loved the way you worked in and actually rhymed 'barge'. That was great!

I'm not sure what you meant by the weather folk stirring the pot. Would you be so kind and explain that to me?

While you're explaining, tell me what you mean by the 'gnomes' in the last verse? Even though there were a couple spots I didn't understand, I really liked this poem. Thanks for sharing.
Love, LinnAnn