Ledyard Center School Poets Inspired by Hurricane Sandy

Ledyard Center School sixth graders were inspired by Superstorm Sandy and want to share their poems with Patch readers! The poems below are part of a series of poems submitted to the Ledyard Patch, give a shout out to these talented writers in the comments.

by Kydel Weldon

The absence of light.

Just sitting in a room by myself.

I feel like someone is watching me.

I get up and walk.

Empty  darkness.

Then all of a sudden… BANG!

I bump into something

Hit the hard cold ground.

I crawl back to bed.

It is safer there.

 by Emma fain

 Darkness!

It is all you see.

Right now lights don’t exist.

The only sound you hear is the down pour of rain.

The long loud beats of your heart

fills your ears.

So strong you think it will burst into the darkness that surrounds you.

Try to convince yourself that it will be okay.

But it doesn’t work.

BAM!

A tree falls.

You shiver and shake.

Wind whips around outside like a dog’s tail.

You feel your way towards the dining room.

Through the darkness you see your mom, dad, and brother coming to the table.

It is as if wind is blowing your family together.

A family sitting together in pitch black shared laughter, words, and happiness.

This bad situation turned

into the best one ever.

by John Gebhard

The wind whistling and the trees bending.

Boom!

The lights go dark.

No more lights.

No more colors.

Nothingness fills the air.

The house lonely, quiet, almost peaceful.

I walk around, everything still.

No one else.

I lay on my bed with a light in my hand.

I look around.

Nothingness.

I look around my room.

Thinking how lucky I am.

Power and electricity is nice,

But your family keeps you going.

They soothe and relax you.

I played board games with my 2 siblings.

Something that is very rare.

Power is certainly nice to have.

But you don’t always need it.

by Timothy Dorr

The rain hits our roof.

The wind blows around our trees.

The streets fill with water.

We find our candles.

The wind and rain.

Like Zeus and Poseidon in a battle.

Cars rush home.

Like speeding bullets.

The trees rock back and forth.

Like a baby cradle.

Then, black.

No light.

No power.

We light the candles.

All we see is the flickering flame.

We put a candle on our table.

We grab cards. We start to play.

Then, I stop, all I hear is the wind and rain.

We haven’t played cards since Irene.

We play cards for many days.

This is Hurricane Sandy.

Click here for the first installment of poems, featuring Brianna DesRosiers,
Alyssa Bomster and Sara Giorgi

Click here for the second installment of poems featuring Benicio Costales, W. Carson Marquardt, and DeJohn Griffin.

Click here for the third installment of poems featuring Cassondra Duzguner, Andrew Boudah, Rasean Jordan and Zachary Trout.