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A gentle stream flows out of Glenburne pond,
north bound waters feed the Susquehanna.
Meandering highway six eleven,
through Dalton, Factoruville to Tunkhannock.
Timely announcements keep informing us,
"Beware! Alert! The dam may break! Alert!"
From the rising depth of the little pond
surging past a caution to record levels.
Purging water stems the mounting pressure,
then peeks, to purge once more as tension builds.
The bells will toll this night, when all must leave.
The stream rises along it's shallow path.
Widening this too narrow stream basin,
water flows over then through the dam.
Olden wood and part askew, the dam holds.
The creek rises filling up it's channel.
This gentle stream that once bore much new life,
became the shuttle for countless debris.
Not quite a sewer, it carried overflow,
from septic tanks breaching its narrow banks.
At six to seven inches, a boot full,
the normal depth of all Tunkhannok creek.
Many years past since since some have sat and fished,
then, human waste has brought about decay.
Now storms have come and many played this course
but, none have left with quite so muck discourse.
At two and three, it was a sight to see.
When eight to ten, it frightened most brave men.
Twelve feet high it snapped trunks of ancient trees,
willows along these banks flourished for years,
sixty feet tall, thirty wide, out of sight,
unseen, lost, not one tiny leaf remains.
It cleared once gentle banks at fourteen feet.
Eerie sounds produced by water confined
within these walls, now roared forth pouring out.
Chilling bones and bristling wet, matted hair.
Withdrawing with water in my boots,
retreating again when it went knee high.
Then higher to my car, still water rose,
swallowing a new, four high pole fence.
Leaving on muddy roads that follow streams,
forged by the foot of ancient warriors,
hardened by the hoofs of pinto ponies
and the axle wheels of covered wagons.
Water on the Roadway
By Elton Camp
“Road Flooded” read the warning sign
Robert took a look and started to whine
“This is the shortest way to get to town.
I don’t want to drive ten miles around.”
He could see the shoulder on both sides
The water didn’t look very deep besides
So he said, “It looks safe to drive through.”
That, then, is exactly what he decided to do
Flooding seemed shallow enough at first
Farther out, Robert encountered the worst
The water got deeper and the flow swift
Even his heavy car then began to shift
Robert wished he were back on dry ground
But now there was no way to turn around
His car began to float, took a sickening slide
And the raging water swept it over the side
When the muddy water came up to his ear,
The meaning of some words became clear
Standing water? “Turn around, don’t down”
Now he knew it was the best advice around
Water, Water, Everywhere
Water, water everywhere,
In yards, houses and even cars,
Animals scramble to higher ground,
Dark, Angry Clouds hover above,
Thunder belts its fury,
Spilling the depths of its rage
Upon earth's vulnerable bed,
The sun tries fighting back,
But sun is no match for water,
For water's strength wins the battle,
All surrender to its great power.
Toys, rugs, clothes and chairs succumb,
Drapes collapse from their burden,
Enough, enough earth yells out,
But there is no stopping water now.
It gushes, it rushes and races,
Like a valiant soldier it charges,
Mercilessly destroying everything,
What fury, what relentless energy!
Water laughs in the face of its victims,
Bashing, crushing and thrusting,
Leaving nothing in its way,
Water, Water, Everywhere!
Form:
An active storm forecast for Hurricane Season
Sandbags, evacuations can save people’s lives
But offshore in black water a new threat now thrives
Inland states may suffer too, here’s the reason
Storms gain power in Gulf seas betrayed by treason
Soaking up dark sea’s moisture, such power derives
Will tropical cyclones carry black rain like knives
Giving inland farm crops, city streets a greasin’
The man-made drilling well still spews oil that floats
But the clouds of great storms may be darker this year
Murky sea water now lies in the Gulf storms’ path
Ma Nature has an aerial view as she gloats
Remains of dinosaurs fill hurricanes with fear
Bitter justice abounds in a defiled earth’s wrath