Earthquake Calamity
On August 24, 2014 at 0320 I thought I was dead.
I woke up with a freight train running through my head.
The whole place was shaking, things falling everywhere.
“EARTHQUAKE” my wife yelled. I knew she was there.
It was darker than the pit of hell. The power was off.
Dust was in the air.—– I began to cough.
Finally, my wife found the flashlight she keeps by the bed.
There was a big cloud of dust over our head.
The shaking had stopped by now.
We started looking around. “Holy cow!!”
Things had fallen everywhere up to the level of the bed.
I started getting a real bad headache in my head.
The other flashlight was by the front door.
I had to climb over mounds of broken gore.
I barely could squeeze out the bedroom door.
My shoes were in the hall with half the house on the floor.
I didn’t have pants but, I had shoes.
I climbed on, trying not to be verbally rude.
I finally reached the front door.
The flashlight wasn’t there anymore.
The door would only open a couple inches.
I was searching for the flashlight without britches.
Then I heard someone just outside.
It was my daughter checking if we survived.
I said we were o.k. but, I couldn’t open the door.
She said o.k. She knew the score.
She was going back home. She will be back later.
“Thanks, bye.” Then I found the light, I fear.
What a mess!! Where to start?
It was enough to break our hearts.
I started at the door to clean it all up.
30 days later we are still cleaning up.
All I have to say is: “EARTHQUAKES SUCK!!!”
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)