Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #322
The Trickling Water
by Belinda Roddie
The trickling water turned into a flood,
and thus, the houses and the yards were swamped
in the deluge. Cars sank into fresh mud,
and in our new galoshes, we all tromped
in single file to higher, drier ground.
My mother brought dried fruit and crackers so
we'd have something to eat. We also found
some bottled water, thanks to Cranky Joe,
our neighbor, who always stayed hydrated
even in the dead of winter. We stayed
at a friend's house 'til the storm abated,
and floods turned back to trickling water. Aid
came to our town eventually, but we
knew that this disaster made history.
by Belinda Roddie
The trickling water turned into a flood,
and thus, the houses and the yards were swamped
in the deluge. Cars sank into fresh mud,
and in our new galoshes, we all tromped
in single file to higher, drier ground.
My mother brought dried fruit and crackers so
we'd have something to eat. We also found
some bottled water, thanks to Cranky Joe,
our neighbor, who always stayed hydrated
even in the dead of winter. We stayed
at a friend's house 'til the storm abated,
and floods turned back to trickling water. Aid
came to our town eventually, but we
knew that this disaster made history.
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