The Alaskan Breezes
Contributed by Yvonne Moss
The Alaskan breezes begin to sing,
The Northeast wind flows free.
With nothing to impede it’s path,
It develops a mind of its own.
Hear the wind, see the trees let go
Of boughs and branch’s, they shed.
Dependent on your location, has an effect
On velocity and the chill it creates.
A person will vow, “It’s an 80 mph gust!”
While another will counter, “It’s over a hundred!”
There is no denying the sound that it makes,
Screams and hollers, rattles and tremors galore —
Sounding completely unreal!
Which ever speed the wind may be,
Its evidence is apparent to see.
A roof joist here, a semi-trailer there,
They have been moved from place-to-place.
With its abandoned energy, movement is effortless,
Knowing no bounds, scattering people and things!
As the breezes subside, there’s no way hide
The damage that is on display.
It’s time to clean up, the puzzle that’s made,
Will it be fixed where it belongs or replaced?