A reflective poem on what many Queenslanders experienced only a year ago.
The Event
Oh those frugal mornings skinny on sun
Where showering’s of rain dampen
Of peoples houses inundated
Did unleash those snakes onto the street
Wrigglers scurrying along gutters and curbs
Survival that essence of the soul
Of rain so cruel they drown
From once green to everything brown.
Rivers buckled over banks
To life taking far too many a chance
People everywhere, sad or glad
Crying, stressed, partying with undress
Of those who cry and care and others just stare
Did unfold before us an event
Clouds bursting over our sunburnt park
Muddying boots and creeks have touched our hearts.
all the best
