Friday, 22 August 2008

Flooding poem


Dark brown murky water rushing like waterfalls
50 year old trees snapping like match sticks
Fences bending in seconds
Wind like a giant tornado
Highways become waterways
Buckets of water pouring down
People evacuating like tiny ants
No roads in sight
Waves like Tsunamis
News crews coming in by the dozen
Rivers flooding their banks
Amazing sights all-round
Creeks become raging torrents of fury
Civil Defence helping
No power anywhere
Cows huddling
Garages ripped up in Milliseconds
Mini tornados forming
Flat farmland becoming lakes
A ducks paradise
Sean

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great poem Sean. I like your descriptive language.