A breeze that once lay cool in morn,
now face of death as dark was born.
On pebble beach and under guise
from sea to shore destroyed broadwise.
Great sullen wind awoke this night
and made old oak tree tremble fright.
Though might in years, he stood a sook
for death wind sought and life it took.
In churches huddled in the mass
we prayed our Lord would let it pass
and so He did and had it done
so weathered storms would see the sun.
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