frogs having a blast
puddles turned lakes
raging rivers
swallowed fields
overflowing
septic tanks
with surfers
in the waters
life has
blended
into
one
Poem ‘Wild Waters’ read by the author.
frogs having a blast
puddles turned lakes
raging rivers
swallowed fields
overflowing
septic tanks
with surfers
in the waters
life has
blended
into
one
Poem ‘Wild Waters’ read by the author.
looming over us
Alfred cyclone grand
under the skin
and over our land
wild and untamed
expecting heavy gale
through our towns
unseen on such a scale
forecasted to hit tonight
with a heavy heart
everyone’s initiative
plays a major part
watching its track map
by a quick glance
an escape from its claws
leaves a little chance
some say it is man made
others blame it on God
who can see through the fog
it is sure a tad odd
eerie feeling on the streets
no birds or noise of traffic
life has slowed down to a halt
silence around almost graphic
what to do with extra time
days seem almost stretched
unexpected undesired
today will be deeply etched
remain put and optimistic
let nature take its course
use this chance to recap on life
and trust the Source