Earth Poem

I was in the Air Force at the time, stationed at Langley AF Base. A large group of us were sent to Blacksmith, VA, an Army base, to stay clear of the impending Hurricane. I am originally from the mid-west and have never been in that kind of weather, so I was a nervous wreck the whole time. During the storm that night, while others slept or watched movies on portable DVD players, I was so scared and the only thing that brought me comfort was to write about it. It took me 1 week to finish it.

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Analysis of Form and Technique

Hurricane Isabella

© Amy Aird

Published on March 2013

I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
She came with warning but could not be tamed.
We packed our things and stored them tight,
And headed for shelter anticipating this night.
"You will be out of harm's way," the Colonel told us. "Free from the fight."

But she followed us and now we are in her way.
All night she screams, "My name is Isabella and I've come to play!"
Her winds rattle the windows and shake our nerves.
The rain seeps through the cracks of the barracks we serve.
She keeps herself busy and at a steady pace.
Sounds like a freight train winning the race.

All through the night and into the early morning,
She kicked up her heals, laughing and roaring!
When the daylight came and the blue skies were calm,
We could only imagine the damage she had done.
It was far worse than what we had thought.

Age old trees that once reached to the sky,
Scattered the ground like tombstones, no longer alive.
Uprooted, twisted and mangled
They crashed through houses and left power lines tangled.

Piles of debris littered the streets,
Trapping the flood waters up to our knees.
It covered the ground throughout this town,
Bits of valuables were later found.

But valuables can be replaced and homes can be repaired,
No one was hurt that day in the shelter we shared.
It could have been worse, we were more lucky than some,
Some lost loved ones in the destruction she had done.

We go about our lives now, picking up the pieces
Trying to make sense of the madness and all that it seizes.
Most are without power, their food supply goes sour,
As the day turns to blackness with each passing hour.

But throughout all the chaos brought strangers together
Despite their own frustration came a need to take care of each other.
By helping one another with necessities we lack,
We see in each other one purpose, one path.

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Techniques this poem uses:

  • The author uses personification to make the hurricane seem human. This is when objects are given human characteristics.

    But she followed us and now we are in her way.
    All night she screams, "My name is Isabella and I've come to play!"
    She kicked up her heals, laughing and roaring!

    Read more about personification
  • This is an example of a narrative poem, which is a type of poem that tells a story.
    Read more about narrative poems
  • The author paints a picture with words by being very descriptive. It helps the reader envision the scene.

    Age old trees that once reached to the sky,
    Scattered the ground like tombstones, no longer alive.
    Uprooted, twisted and mangled
    The crashed through houses and left power lines tangled.

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