Hurricane Sandy a Muse For Ledyard Center School Poets

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 Abby Eichelberg

Darkness!!!

All around is nothing, but black.

Outside wind forcefully blows around.

The howls and whistles echo through what feels to be my abandoned house.

The darkness is everywhere,

you can’t escape it.

The rain floods the windows.

The hard pounding on the roof is a lonely sound

A blur of the swaying trees outside is all I see through the drowned windows.

I sit at the table next to my brothers.

We join together not as friends,

but as family

The laughs we shared.

The words we shared.

And now the memories we created.

Together we turned this house

into a home

by Jacob Sylvia

The lights are out.

One second they’re on, the next they’re off.

I sit there. Alone.

Watching the TV. Black.

The wind rips and throws trees like baby rattles.

I watch as a tree gets launched into a huge pile of rocks.

I get up and run anywhere but here.

Down the stairs and into the basement.

There is my brother, looking for something.

I want to ask him to play chess,

 but I am scared of what he’ll say.

He asks me, “What would you like to do?”

One word,

“Chess.”

We play for hours.

When I have to go to bed I groan.

This has been the first time in a while.

I got to hang out with my brother.

by Jewelle Edenshaw

The wind blowing

Knocking down trees

As a tree falls it latches to a power line

The lights and cable are still on

Then all of a sudden the TV blacks out

You call

No answer

Everybody is sitting at the table

People playing Apples to Apples

The lights are still on, but then no longer shine

The candle lighter lighting the bright red candles

The flame is so bright it could light two rooms

My mom opens a box with cookies inside

Gooey frosting all over our plates and hands

We decorate cookies

It looked more like finger painting

My cousins and I played Man Hunt

I hid in a box and felt more like a cat than a human

10:00

Mom said “Lights out”

(Even though the lights were already out)

My cousin and I lay in our bed

And passed right out

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.

Click here for fourth installment of poems featuring Kydel Weldon, Emma fain, John Gebhard, and Timothy Dorr.