This month I am very busy over at the Month of Poetry blog – so I won’t be posting much on my home spot. Well – that is the plan…
I do however want to post these pics and poem of the devastating floods that are surging across my beautiful Sunshine State. Surrounded by floodwaters in towns all around – and our own little road that received its sixth dunking and flooding in the Year 2010 – we ourselves are high and dry, something I am incredibly thankful for! (Though we were first flooded OUT of home, and then IN at my parents, over the Christmas/New Year period, a freaky sort of helpless feeling that makes me feel even more for those who are experiencing much worse! My heart goes out to you.)
This poem is a purging of sorts… or a tribute… or just a way of saying, it happened.
’Tis the Season
2009 was marked by the dry
of paddocks and dams under harsh blazing sky;
a parched burnished landscape, the earth’s gaping cry,
much mopping of brows and the weary heart’s sigh.
‘Twas a steamy baked Christmas, (you are what you eat)
and Boxing Day languishing sapped by the heat…
Until rumbling thrumbling heavenly feet
and a thousand plump raindrops all stomping the beat.
Crashing through clouds and then pounding to earth,
spilling inches of water to repay the dearth;
teardrops and raindrops and mingling mirth,
then shades of green sprouting, as soil gave birth.
2010 was the season of rain,
as gauges brimmed over and over again.
Lush leafy paddocks eased landholders’ pain
and mowers were heard as a daily refrain.
The February floods often spoken about
washed away any talk of an ongoing drought.
Road inundations and gleeful kids’ shout;
“No school today ‘cause we cannot get out!”
A season of rain that fell all through the year,
and triggered the longer-term forecaster’s fear.
A whisper… a warning… of weather severe;
but who could imagine what rolled ever near.
I stood on the bank as the water roared down
at a depth I had never seen through my hometown.
Bare riverbed dressed now in long-flowing gown;
frothy and foaming, a frowsy deep-brown.
‘Twas a Christmas that flowed with watery cheer;
a giggle, a gurgle, with those near and dear,
tasting the coolness that fell crystal clear…
Umbrellas up for the end of the year!
The carefree were carelessly dabbling toes,
as rain fell in torrents and floodwaters rose,
twisting and tumbling turbulent flows,
relentlessly rising to superimpose…
History captured, scenes broadcast worldwide,
as Queenslanders battled the torrential tide.
Memories plundered. Dreams cast aside.
Helpless folk waiting for floods to subside.
A yard… and a house… then a street… and a town,
all swimming in floodwaters murky and brown.
A state inundated, goodwill from the Crown…
and everyday heroes in town after town.
2010 was the year of the rain,
that fell in a flood and then swept the terrain,
gathering debris to dump with disdain,
then washing it down with more rain, New Year rain.
© Kathryn Apel 2011