Strong winds swept through our little valley last night, pounding the roof with oak branches and tipping the mailbox post askew. Aside from one huge branch dangling above our front yard, our place is fairly unscathed. Others fared worse. Aerial wires are dangling like shoe string and power, internet, and other utilities companies as well as tree surgeons are doubtless finding this a busy day of cleanup. More winds predicted tonight.
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Robert Peake's poems have appeared in Iota, North American Review, Rattle, and others.
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That’s exciting. I’m one of those people who love a good wind storm.
Wanna come clean up our yard?
Hope the wind hasn’t carried you away. Happy New Year, Robert!
Still flapping in the breeze here, Collin. Happy new year to you as well! Roll on 2007…