​It was the day before Halloween
In the seaside town of Scituate, Mass
And the people carried on about their business
Seeing as the weathermen with their models
Had predicted, the potential storm would pass –

But little did the citizens of Scituate 
And other coastal fishing ports know
That they were about to live through 
One of the centuries worst Nor’Easters
That would ever howl and blow –

First, the clouds thickened from east to west
Then came a cold howling wind and stinging rain
That sent meteorologist scurrying back
To their computer models and fishing boats
Crashing into the rocky coast of Maine –

For a weak low pressure system, riding up
The Gulf Stream that seemed to have eroded
Was now tracking north towards Nova Scotia
Where a strong high pressure sent it backing in
To the Gulf of Maine, where it literally EXPLODED –

Back in Scituate, evacuation alarms were sounded
And the National Guard was called in
But, it was a case of too little too late, for the monstrous
Waves had thrust homes from their foundations
And pounded the coastline with an appalling din –

Where massive pieces of driftwood and
Boulders were hurled through big-bay plates of glass
Homes & business were evacuated and children
From schools were dismissed alphabetically
From their elementary school class -

Up and down the coast, seaside homes
Were toppled by the rogue, fifty foot waves
And the storm surge inundated Scituate and other
Coastal towns, sending many sailboats and trawlers
Along with Captain & Crew, to their watery graves –

WEATHER ALERTS flashed on T.V. screens in homes,
Homes that had yet to lose their cable and power
Displaying nervous, panicky weathermen wearing
Sporty suits and updating the public on the storm
At the top and bottom of every crucial hour –

But forecasting Mother Nature is like taming a wild animal
Ask the people of Scituate and they will say:
For forty eight hours, a weakening hurricane
That was supposed to have skirted out to sea
Took up residence in our beloved Cape Cod Bay –

For two days and two nights, the storm raged
Just off of the Massachusetts South Coast
Two terrible days and nights that would go down
In the annals as one of the centuries worst Halloween pranks
According to the accounts of locals who boast –

And alas, when finally it was all said and done
And it was officially declared that Mother Nature had won
After the enraged ocean had rolled back 
Into her basin and the clouds like curtains
Were dramatically hoisted to reveal the rays of the sun –

Long after the cleanup; long after life had returned
To its bustling everyday norm
It would be coined by those citizens of Scituate
Whose lives the Nor’Easter shaped
and others - shattered, "The No-Name Storm."

Copyright © 2015 by Brendan Flanagan
Contact:​ ​​infoBFlanagan@gmail.com 
​The No-Name Storm​
By Brendan Flanagan

According to my notes written in pencil, I started this poem on Nov 15, 1997. On that day, 18 yrs ago, I sat down and set the foundation for this poem I'm publishing today. For today, I got the idea to update this poem - Feb 20, 2015)

This poem is based on the Halloween Day storm of 1991.
Dedicated to my Mom and Grandmother who both had to relocate after this storm from Scituate to Brewster as their home was destroyed.