Monday, May 25, 2009

Shorter poetry this week

I LOVE rainy days that come at the end of a string of hot, dry days. I'm not so crazy about rainy days that come at the end of a string of wet, dreary days.

We had no problems with the rain, but friends of ours are still a bit nervous.


Friends evacuated
Because of a fire
When they returned
They had no power
They watch as the river
In the back grew higher
They fear a house-flooding
Could come any hour
While they watch they wade through
Swampy mud, muck and mire
That rises with even
A light, late spring shower

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