Flood

Flood

The
River
Keeps
No
Peace
And
Rushes
Without
Cease
To
The
Beckoning
Sea,
Taking
With
It
Captured
Debris.
More
Loss
Grows
With
Every
Eroding
Hand
It
Passes
Along
The
Sand.
Junk
And
Toys
And
Little
Girls
And
Boys
Fall
Prey,
And
Are
Swept
Away
By
Pulsing
Waters
The
Color
Of
Clay.
One
Must
Respect
The 
Mighty
Power,
Increasing
By
The
Hour,
And
What’s
More,
Stay 
Safely
On 
The
Distant
Shore.