August come it must
But it already did!
Hurricane Beryl, I mean,
And she didn’t kid.
On the 1st July
She was not on standby
But with some ferocity
She let her winds fly.
Too soon in June
She had started up,
A category 4 before landfall
Promising a bitter cup.
And a bitter cup it was
In the Caribbean,
Union Island and Carriacou
Devastating scenes!
Announced in June
Long before August,
Its devastation evident in July
Ferocious and robust.
Beryl in her rage
Not caring about order,
Mixing up the three months
Tore up our border.
But this was good
Compared to another
Where the fallout from Beryl
Is a horrid bother.
Years it will take
To fix Beryl’s damage,
But for now, we’ll have to see
What can be salvaged.
August come it must
But it already did!
Hurricane Beryl, I mean,
And she didn’t kid.
I have a question
Now that August is here,
It is so early in this season
I tremble with fear.
What’s on offer
Is my question to August,
Please, not another like Beryl,
She was too rough!
Do notice the plea
And let us join in prayer
Not another like Hurricane Beryl
No, not this year!
Stewart Russell © August 1, 2024
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