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CINDY DAY: A poem for Teddy

In many cultures, the rainbow is a symbol of hope – but this is not your typical bow.  While raindrops reflect and refract light to produce a rainbow, tiny particles suspended in the air can create a stunning "glow bow".  Norman Crowell took this beautiful photo in the wake of Teddy, Wednesday afternoon in Antigonish.
In many cultures, the rainbow is a symbol of hope – but this is not your typical bow. While raindrops reflect and refract light to produce a rainbow, tiny particles suspended in the air can create a stunning "glow bow". Norman Crowell took this beautiful photo in the wake of Teddy, Wednesday afternoon in Antigonish. - Contributed.

“Hi, Cindy. I was encouraged by a friend to submit this poem I wrote about "Teddy". I live in Coldbrook, N.S., and we were thankfully not impacted as much as some. 

After suffering a major stroke a few years ago, preparations for such events are left up to my son, Matthew, and wife, Madonna. It's a bit light-hearted but has a touch of advice... I hope you enjoy it. 

Rick Stevens" 

  

A TEDDY TALE 

Matt lashed the outside furniture down upon the patio, 

For Teddy had us in his sights, strong winds would surely blow. 

The barbecue was tethered to the north side facing rail, 

Because it near blew over, in another monster gale. 

Each item, he stowed safely in the house, and in the shed, 

Preventing losing anything...as in the past, we did! 

Some lower limbs he snipped off that hung closely to the roof, 

Ain't hard to tell that he's my boy, his "analness" was proof! 

   

The generator sat there, all it needed was a pull, 

And, right beside it sat the gas jugs, ready, nice and full. 

Flashlights were at the ready, storm chips and lots of food, 

Though we'd not met old Teddy yet, we heard he could be rude! 

A bathtub full of water...some fresh that we could drink, 

Let ol’Teddy steal our power...."We're good to go, I think!". 

Then, in the coming hours, just how bad, we soon shall see, 

The impact hurricane Teddy's will have on Madonna, Matt, and me. 

  

Then it started raining, the leaves began to sway,  

But no more than I've seen on any normal Scotia day! 

And, this went on for hours, as day turned in to night, 

There was barely puffs of wind enough to sail or fly a kite. 

The rain came down in clusters ...though, barely drizzling, 

As though all of the raindrops were social distancing! 

  

I must admit that overnight, the wind blew pretty hard, 

And, rain at times, created little rivers in my yard! 

I heard that some lost power, but, that ain't nothing new, 

It's often happened in the past when lesser weather blew! 

I've seen some ugly weather as I am Atlantic born, 

But, this was just ol Teddy's tail that wagged till Wednesday morn! 

   

I'm sure that other people, had taken Teddy more head-on, 

And, I hope they're safe and sound, now that that bear is gone! 

But, he was much more like a cub, as he strolled through my yard, 

And, though he could've packed a punch, he didn't hit us hard! 

I'm glad that he came by himself... hope we get through this year... 

Next season they'll use female names...I hope not "Momma Bear"! 

   

In closing, I would like to say that all is not in vain, 

Yes, we tend to jump the gun on pending hurricanes. 

But, if you should let down your guard,.. throw caution to the wind, 

Remember, we've been hit before, we will get hit again! 

Next year and all the years to come, please make sure that you're ready, 

Cause Momma Bear might show her teeth while searching for her Teddy! 

  


Cindy Day is the chief meteorologist for SaltWire Network

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