tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491443155380786887.post6153276777073413161..comments2023-06-06T21:45:45.933-04:00Comments on THINK LONG ISLAND FIRST: Sandy ... we stare dully at destruction, Long Island Poem for SundayEwa Rumprechthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277365055163381933noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1491443155380786887.post-4992274018034287472012-11-16T10:40:00.912-05:002012-11-16T10:40:00.912-05:00Huge branches fell from the tall pine tree in our ...Huge branches fell from the tall pine tree in our backyard, but none hit our house. Fortunately we were spared an invasion of our home by nature’s fearsome wrath. In Barbara’s poignant and timely poem we feel the terror of her encounter with the storm and the dull dismay she experienced in its wake.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com