A pretty bad poem about the flood...

It appeared to be a regular day, but the emails kept coming. Soon it was on the news, and we were all told in different ways that we may have to leave, running.

We all had to pack, quickly. We pulled up our carpets and filled up our vans. Off we went to no-man land.

The river has taken over, and we are helpless, so it seems. It feels at times as if we have all lost our dreams.

Friends, those I know and those I don't, we are all bound together by the power of hope. Many of us are homeless, and we all live in fear. Let's all come together and wipe away a tear.

We sit and wait, and watch the clock. We can't escape. It's on the TV, Internet, radio, and to everyone we talk.


Friends and strangers came to our doors.

Then of course others came looking for tours.

You are not alone. We are all in this together.
We will rebuild against the odds of the weather.

In a year or two, this will all be a distant memory. We will groan, or laugh, but we are alive. The future is near, I promise, you'll see.

I've learned so much about what is truly important in life, little lessons I would not know if I didn't have this trife.

This to shall pass. In the meantime, hug your neighbor. Thank a stranger. And kiss your children.

But know how lucky we are. For we have each other.