Weeks preceding set the stage,
Reining water seething rage,
Levees failing water seeping,
Neighbors packing- children weeping.
I will never forget the day it came about,
Shortly after we went camping with the trout,
I never expected to come home to such a sight,
I wasn’t there long when the air got tight.
I looked over my shoulder and to my surprise,
There the river rolled staring at me, as if it had eyes,
Suddenly my ears went “pop”,
Nothing I could say or do would make it stop.
I left as the rising river ranted,
Forgetting things I took for granted,
The year of the river left me in despair,
It’s been 17 months since it took my lair.