Saturday, May 05, 2007

Nature Signs


4 Die, Dozens Hurt As Tornado Hits Kan.
At Least 4 People Die, Dozens Hurt, As Tornado Levels Town of Greenburg in Southwest Kansas
By ROXANA HEGEMAN
The Associated Press

GREENSBURG, Kan.

Rescuers with dogs searched house to house for people believed to be trapped Saturday after a tornado leveled most of this southwest Kansas community.

At least four people were killed, said Sharon Watson, spokeswoman for the Kansas Adjutant General's Department. The tornado that struck Friday night damaged about 90 percent of the Kiowa County town about 110 miles west of Wichita, City Administrator Steve Hewitt said Saturday.

Dazed residents walked the streets, looking for loved ones and taking in the sight of crumbled buildings and smashed cars.

Much of downtown was destroyed, along with City Hall, the high school and the junior high school, Hewitt said.

"I don't think we have a business left downtown," he said. A mandatory evacuation was ordered, he said.

Emergency personnel and search and rescue teams raced to Greensburg from throughout southwest Kansas. Trained dogs accompanied law enforcement officers who searched house to house for anyone trapped or injured.

"There is still a possibility we do not have all of the people accounted for in that town," Watson said. "That is something we will be working feverishly to do over the next several hours."

@ ABC

The twisting monster of wind has claimed more victims. This representative sent from Mother Nature was a half mile wide and as the story indicates there is not much left.

Some day I might get flattened by an earthquake here in CA, floods in the valley.

It is a message we receive with regularity letting us know that we humans are not as central as we think we are. We think we 'own' the planet Earth as we pillage it's resources, but that is a false assumption.

As we fill our little life support system, Earth, with contaminants, we in effect are creating our own demise, we will become extinct.

Mother Nature is Earths 'humbling' mechanism to keep us respectful of the land,
with wind and rain.

Let everyday be Earthday.

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7 comments:

DEN said...

Morning everyone! Saturday is here,

So go jumpstart your smoke belching lawnmowers and get mowing!!

Pick up that trash, get the weeds out of the garden, paint the house.

NAG, NAG, NAG!

Seriously, be safe, whatever you do.

Carry on!!

micki said...

....not with a bang but a whimper

The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot (1925)

DEN said...

The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot (1925)

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

DEN said...

There are many literary volumes that I have not explored,
poetry I have not read,
maybe some day when i am bored,
and hopefully before I'm dead,
I will pick up a volume or four,
and put them in my head.

micki said...

Don't wait until the day you're bored,
Some delays you can not afford,
Forsake a ride,
And then decide,
Those dusty volumes are a great reward!

DEN said...

Its hard to stay inside,
when the weather is warm,
would be better to do a ride,
natures beauty, multiple forms.

DEN said...

Cinco di Mayo!!

(Stay off the roads.)