The Storm

On the 11th December 2007,the pilot of a small plane flying out of Qualicum Airport
reported to the Comox Airbase,that he saw,four water spouts,in Bayne Sound, join together and form into a three hundred foot spout that was a quarter of a mile across. That water spout hit Denman Island about 4.11 pm ...this is my poem

It was no wind like any other that quiet afternoon
It blew across our farm without any sound at all
the line of tall trees began to toss and turn then
gyrate down their roots that clung desperate to earth


The ferry was pulling into the dock when the wind rose
and the tall lamp standard fell in crashing metal tone
I heard it missed a crew member by the breath of a hare
Ethel was the lead car of the ferry as all hell broke
Cool calm and collected as is her way she kept going
up the hill into a throng of wild flying tree boughs
Ben her grandson close beside her in the car eyes agog


The light house keeper on Chrome island reported a wall
of water and wind carrying of planks of his decking
like a kite in motion they flew out into the chuck
all over the island in a split of a second hydro poles
fell like toothpicks pulling down thick cable haphazardly

In eleven minutes our precious island looked like Beirut
no road was passable until the boys fired up chain saws
strong men cutting pathways to fit a car width between
the gigantic trees that has no chance in that strong force
of kundaline divine feminine water rage
I think Des Kennedy called it all up when he revealed his
Greek God naked image the Sunday before to the gray hairs
at the food bank fund raiser in the old warm community hall
hysterical laughter of repressed sexual desires roared out
and it took some time for them to compose themselves again
I wonder was it them who called in this three hundred foot
wave of water to cool the passions of their raging desires
you just never know where nature is concerned now do you