Little Inklings 2025

THE HURRICANE By Alexandra Isaeva ’31 When the sky is blue, and the waves are calm, A sudden force has yet to rise, Above the people and their homes, A menace to the people’s lives. The wind was like a sumo wrestler Stampeding through the land The wind was like a powerhouse Whirling up the sand Like an evil Hercules Destroying people’s souls. Eating what is theirs And leaving what is yours The waves had gotten smaller, The wind had slowed its pace The hercules had got away But leaving quite the trace Nothing. No more hurricanes. We’re done with all the pain. The evil force will be forgot and we will rise again. 40