Those towns stood for over 100 years,
Long ago found by
Settlers, merchants and immigrants,
Doctors and farmers who were lured
By the semblance of their native lands.
They were given names like
Asheville, Old Fort, Marshall,
Chimney Rock and Lake Lure.
Tourists knew them from billboards,
Locals knew them as home.
When the storm came it brought
Harsh winds and heavy rain.
Made the rivers rise and swell.
Overnight some towns disappeared
Like Atlantis, Roanoke, Machu Picchu.
After Helene they crawled from the wreckage,
Restored power, supplied food and water,
Shelter and clothing provided by
Doctors, immigrants, famers, tourists, merchants
All survivors, all welcome.
When the debris was cleared and
The wounds wrapped, those doors
Reopened and the world returned
Until the people and land alike
Became newly restored.
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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