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>Twas the night before Frances >When all through the state >Not a gas pump was pumping >Not a store open late > >All the plywood was hung >On the windows with care >Knowing that a hurricane >Soon would be there > >The children were ready >With flashlights in hand >While bands from the hurricane >Covered over the land > >And mamma with her Mag-Lite >And I in my cap >Had just filled the bath tub >For flushing our crap > >When out on the lawn >There arose such a clatter >I sprang from the closet >To see what was the matter > >The trees on the fence >And the neighbor's roof torn >Gave the fear of us dying >In this terrible storm > >With a little wind gust >So lively and quick >I remembered quite clearly >Our walls weren't brick > >More rapid than eagles >Her courses they came >And she whistled, and wafted >And surged all the same >Off shingles! Off sidings! >Off rooftops! Off power! >Down trees! Down fences! >Down trailers! Down towers! > >In the center of Florida >She continued to maul >Screaming Blow Away! >Blow Away! Blow Away All! >As wind ripped and tossed >The debris through the sky >I peeked out the shutters >At cars floating by > >So go to the safe-room >My family did do >With a portable radio >And batteries too > >And then, in a twinkling >I heard on the set >The end was not coming >For a few hours yet! > >As I calmed down the kids >And was turning around >Through the window it came >With a huge crashing sound > >A tree branch it was >All covered in soot >The wind blew it smack-dab >On top of my foot > >A bundle of twigs >Now lay in a stack >And my living room looks >Like it was under attack > >The wind - how it howled! >The storm - very scary! >Myself and the family >Were all too unwary >The dangers of hurricanes >Are serious, you know >They are taken for granted >As Frances did show > >With the winds dying down >And the danger beneath >I noticed my tool shed >Was missing its sheath > >So I grabbed my last tarp >And nailed it on down >Then I got in my car >And I headed to town > >The traffic was awful >And stores had no ice >My five gallon cooler >Would have to suffice > >Generators were scarce >Not one left in town >There were trees on the roads >And power lines down > >FEMA was ready >With people to work >Electrical companies >Came in from New York > >And in the midst of >This peculiar routine >Another storm emerged >Named Hurricane Jeanne > >I sprang to the car >And gave my family a whistle >Then away we all went >Like a Tomahawk missile > >You could hear us exclaim >As we drove out of sight >"The hell with this place, >Vermont seems just right!" |
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That's really funny!LOL All you need know is a melody and some backround music! |
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Keith if you actually read the poem it does have a melody. Thats the first thing you should have seen.<LOL> |
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that seems just about right. |
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A melody is a grouping of notes; I don't see any rythms on that page just words! You'd be surprised how many different ways one can arrange the poem above. |
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Keith, Haven't you ever heard the poem, "'Twas the night before Christmas"? after which the above poem is based? You know..."'Twas the night before Christmas And all thru the house Not a creature was stirring... Not even a mouse... (etc.) I'm not entirely certain if it was ever set to music, but it could easily be...granted, it may not be perfect iambic pentameter, but it has rhythm & beat... The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugarplums danced thru their heads And ma in her kerchief And I in my cap Had just settled down For a long winters' nap... All y'all know the rest Believe it was written by Henry Livingstone sometime around the turn of the 19th (1800s) century... |
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Hi there, I was hoping that the author's name for Twas the night before Frances would be posted on the poem. www.laviska.com Thanks! |
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http://www.night.net/christmas/Twas-night01.html Sorry, I misunderstood the above post. That is the author of "T'was the Night Before Christmas", the "T'was the night before Frances" author seems to remain a mystery still... |
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I also received it via email and thought it was the funniest I've seen about the hurricanes. I wondered who was crafty enough to come up with it because it is absolutely perfect for the situation. So now we know who wrote it, cool!! |