The grief will come in violent waves
as we succumb to fellow slaves;
Subalterns serving that which craves
to flood the earth with swollen graves—
we’ll soon forget how dry ground feels
the deluge roaring at our heels,
if blessed with refuge throw a line
and reach beyond the grim design.
* Authors Note: This was penned after the horrific Christmas tsunami. We were told to evacuate last night because the good old Mohawk River was getting surly (we didn't). I keep hearing about global warming and the ice caps melting... I only hope this isn't as prophetic as it is currently (no pun intended) seeming to be. And if anyone out there is likewise afflicted, my heart goes out to you.
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Keep dry my friend
I'm throwing you a line. Here's your link. So far, I still have a bridge so I think you got it worse this time than we did. Stay safe!
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15509
Hey thanks oz, I think as long as it doesn't rain too much more we'll be OK, take care yourself.
Hey thanks a lot Shirl, I was in a rush. The park we played at saturday is completely underwater, the daffodils have drowned. :-( You too!!
You're welcome. Daffodils are one of my favorite flowers... you can't kill them. They'll be back. One of the first things I remember writing was...
If I should die please plant for me
A million daffodils to see
In spring, when they come through the ground
You'll know that I am still around.
I'd forgotten that catchy little tune til now.
Take care.. remember " Dry feet good, wet feet bad"
Cheers
Glenn
Shirley, I love that poem!!!
Hey Glenn, thanks and everything is drying out OK.
Funny, we were both at the carnival and didn't run into each other! You must've been underwater whilst I was painting faces? :) Shirl
**gurgle**
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