The following poem The Storm arrived in my possession via a woman (Margaret Harvey)who visited a friend of ours (Gordon Martyn) in Paris. It was published in the Otago Girls High School magazine some years ago and was written by me. I guess I was around 14 or 15 years old (because my lovely English teacher in my last two years at school, couldn't stand the sight of me.) Bizarre to read it again after all these years.
The StormWithout warning it struck
Neither prejudiced or caring
Simply destructive
Sparing none, ravaging all
It struck
The elements rose in triumph against us.
Revengeful and cruel they struck
Unrelenting, unfeeling and cruel
Sparing none, hating all
With primitive passion
It strikes
Neither man nor his weapons can hold it
In check
For no power that is mortal can ever combat
So formidable an enemy, such a treacherous attack
Thus seeing ahead - when all else is o'ercome
The storm will rage on - conquered by none.
Joselyn Duffy