Trees fall, big ones first
Rivers swell, banks burst
Yet to come, waters rise
Tears dwell in people’s eyes
Rescue comes, a boat or two
Young and old first in the queue
Tables float out of the door, river’s water on the floor;
Yucky mud, ‘It stinks,’ we shout
All at once the sun peeps out;
Glimmers of hope on everyone’s brow
Anxious faces stronger now
We’re alive, what does it matter
If nature’s given us a battering,
But we’ll soon forget the pain,
If we stand united when we are knocked down
We WILL stand up again.
Floods of Hope
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November 22, 2017
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