Hurricane of 1936

July 13, 1995|By Barbara Samson Mills

With his face barely reaching the window sill,

he watched his playhouse blow away,

tumbling across rumpled backyards,

carried as fragile as a brown, crisp leaf

by ironfisted gusts.

and rope-rain.

He saw it disappear behind a gray garage.

Later he learned a neighbor cut it up for firewood.

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