Children of the Storm


The mighty winds are lashing

Torrential rains awash

The storm is in its torrid throes

The darkness still unfettered


Beneath the stately boughs

Of a kingly oak

A gentle mother waits her turn

Small life within her breast


While all around her quakes

The world has gone askew

The gentle mother bides her time

Until new life be born


And now the time is near

The storm still rages on

With perhaps a tiny sigh

The baby chicks are born


There is no greater offering

That is ours to give

The gift of life is wondrous

Though stormy be its path.

13 thoughts on “Children of the Storm

  1. msuzanneb

    Lovely, I once had doves nest on my 2nd floor balcony in my bougainvillea plant. They had two brews and had to weather several nasty storms and a hurricane. They left during the hurricane as it pounded on and returned the day after to rebuild the nest. Mother nature is incredible and these little creatures are very strong.

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  2. Murphy's Law

    This is such a beautiful and moving poem Pam. As is your painting. We don’t give much thought to the difficult circumstances animals endure giving birth and nurturing their young. It’s a wondrous thing indeed!
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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  3. Mark Lanesbury

    I have a beautiful stork couple who breed every year in a tree across the road from my place. Year in, year out they struggle with so much that is thrown at them…wind, storms and even kids throwing rocks occasionally. This world tests us all.
    Great poem Pam, an ode to the determination of all this worlds nature ❤️

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