Flooded

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.

Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

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"