Wrought havoc; scaffolding was torn
With violence from building sites
Trees crashed on pylons, put out lights.
Darkness descended, wind gusts whipped;
Slates from roofs untimely ripped
Flooding, one man washed away
Debris straddles motorway.
Nature’s rages we must bear
Often at this time of year.
Brave firemen take this in their stride
And thank God - none in Belgium died.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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