The Rivers
The Rivers
The rivers go up and the rivers go down… but seldom to this extreme.
This year has been a nasty one, as if living in a bad dream.
The days have been dark and cloudy and the rain seems never to end…
Tornadoes, lightening, and flooding have suddenly become our only friends.
The yards are turning to soup as the rainstorms keep circling around.
And the rivers are adding force as they climb with leaps and bounds.
Record flooding in so many places, has forced many to move out and quit.
Without their homes, financially, few will be able to rebuild or take the hit.
To the elderly losing to the river is losing everything that can’t be replaced.
But volunteers have moved among them to help sandbag in their place.
Thank you all who have volunteered for this cause.
No one can do it all alone
You give the others hope…
To hang on until the rains are done.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011
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