The wind was whipping hard,
The roars hummed loud and crossed.
The water dirty, waves thunderous and rising,
Pounding on a seashore that is slowly disappearing.
I held myself firmly, standing on the ground,
But sooner or later it’s going to throw me down
Hurricane Allen was serious and intended on taking the hit,
So I pulled myself with all I got and bravely did my bit.
The News must to go on,
Whatever the mood, the place or situation.
This area was confirmed perilous and must immediately be vacated,
But the handful of a die-hearted news crew held on so devoted.
To a belief, a life, an oath of merit,
The news must go on, to hell with the spirit.
So that’s some of what it takes,
To have the news on the airways.