Fallen Oak Poem by John F. McCullagh

That storm took down my neighbor's oak
and smashed the light post too.
They fell across and blocked our street,
So no cars can get through.

Once lofty branches block the walks-
(That tree was very tall.)
The slab of concrete at its' root
was lifted by its fall.

The tree and post are obstacles
With which we must contend.
The victims of a fury
we can scarcely comprehend.

How fast the darkness did descend-
The rain in torrents fell.
We heard the crack of splintered wood-
and crashing steel as well.

The North part of our street has light.
a Sodium Vapor Glow.
But south, the Darkness quick descends,
There no cars dare go.

My house, for now, still bathed in light
Our tree survived the storm.
But darkness was made visible
by a sudden touch of Fall..