A Poem by Teressa Heafner

This used to be "Summer of 1993" but I revised it a lot to account for the more recent devestating flooding occuring in the Midwest.



water falls from the sky,
filling creeks, streams, and rivers
to the brink.
and still it falls
always falling
always filling
until finally
catastrophe occurs.
acres of water
as far as the eye can see;
slowly, quickly destroying;
homes gone, carried away.
the water lingers,
days, weeks, months;
lives put on hold,
lives lost,
lives regained.
the water recedes,
slowly revealing
the destruction left behind;
the memories,
once all bright
shiny and new,
 now all covered in muck.
the sun shines,
bright and clear;
summer comes,
bringing dry
cloudless skies.
the muck disappears
under the onslaught
of manpower,
sweat, and tears.
the memories
pieced back together,
people made whole again.

© 2008 Teressa Heafner

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Sounds that you have experenced the flood yourself. You work runs at a speed that sometime leads and in me that means I may miss your meaning. The being said I love the work. It brings a part of life to those that have never seen a flood. Great work. "The Bard"

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Teressa Heafner
Teressa Heafner

Godfrey, IL

I have my problems. Some more drastic than others. However, since this isn't a site for psychological evaluations I won't go into those problems. I love writing and reading. My writings are as vari.. more..