Harvey Comes to Texas

Harvey Comes to Texas

Tom Haupt

9-2-2017

All was calm and sun was blazing

Until the moon began the hazing.

We watched the tube with speculation

Predicting randomly Harvey’s direction

Then it came, the eye near Corpus

That meant several miles west of us.

Knuckle down, and bear the bands

Some rain is coming to wet the lands

It came in quietly, with little stir

Rain hitting softly, like a kitten pur.

But then it stuck and just kept coming

Turning up the volume and started pouring.

Day 2 a deluge, flooding in the streets

Nothing new to our city, this we can still meet.

But it kept coming, and coming in hard

It just never stopped and water in the yard.

Ok Harvey, Poseidon’s other son,

Dropping so much water on everyone.

Can you ease up? Families embracing each other

Turn to see their dreams filling up with water

Good to see you safe, with thoughts and prayers,

Not much comfort as your world is a blur.

Homes inundated, our streets now rivers,

People in shelters, shaking off shivers.

Saviors in blue collars, caring Texan hands,

Reaching out in times of need for their fellow man.

Boats, water, food, and first responders

No one just stands, no one ponders.

Just time to turn it on and act

Grab whatever and pay the pact.

Get out there and do whatever you can,

Because….we are Texan.

Twenty-four seven the rescues continue

Fearful subjects and tired saviors, tired crew 

Plucking lives from the murky shallows

That used to be our blessed burroughs.

Do not despair for us, but watch what ensues

There is a strength that will amaze you.

We will strap up our laces, gloves on our hands.

We will rebuild, make it better…We are Texans!

We will lick our wounds clean and lift our fellow man,

Find homes for our homeless and united we will stand.

We will feed our hungry, give love to our sisters and brothers,

Even those we haven’t met… We will stand with one another.

We will cry together, til tears are gone,

We will then laugh, have a beer, and move on.

There is work to be done, in our streets, in our towers,

Each of us a minor force, but together a force of power.

We are knocked down, in the mud, in the pit.

But we are used to hard work, dealing with all of it.

We will embrace each other and offer our hands,

We will lift each other and rebuild….because we are TEXANS!