The Flood

In honor of it being just over six months since major floods hit the midwest, I would like to post my flood poetry. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think of it.

The Flood

The flood came with rushing water and many a tear,
And undid the work of many a year.
It searched and found our weakest places,
And added wrinkles to many faces.
It changed the plans of many people, both young and old,
And even sent some out into the cold.
It reformed our view of how a river moves,
And gives us many new paths to chose.
But we can make to through them all,
And come out standing very tall.

The Flag

A flag hangs suspended from a flooded home. Its tail, once so graceful, is now swallowed by the murky water. But above the water the stars of this American flag are visable to our eyes.
Nevertheless, the stars blink, as if they were winking at us, because of tears. Tears that have filled our eyes for many days. However, the flag remained through it all, the rushing water and floating garbage. This flags graceful beauty, like that of a dancer, even when it is being pulled by the current, it is a reminder to us all that we can make it through this trying time.

Enjoy!!

'becca