The Flood

[ScurryFunger]

As I see the water rising
I run to higher ground.
I don’t know if I’ll make it
The cattle certainly wont

As I reach the top of the hill
I turn to see the damage
Bodies floating past me
In that swift deadly current.

Up above I stood
Looking over a sea
That ten minutes ago
Ceased to exist

The damage will be costly
But my life would be more
I hear the chopper coming
But will it get to me

I see a rusty car
With fish swimming inside
The water keeps a risin
Over the slippery muddy ground.

As I stumble on a rock
I look up to see a sight
The choppers dropping a rope
Looks like I may be saved.

As I reach that safety point
I turn and have a gaze
At that once beautiful landscape
Now a rotten mess.

I'm going to be honest, this seems lacking in description, all a bit 'safe', why not try and go a bit wilder with it, also, ceased to exit is wrong I think, because isn't the opposite true? Fishes swimming in cars? How would you see that? There's too much 'report' and not enough 'soul'.

Don't let it stop you trying again, writing poetry is mostly just self indulgance anyway and who doesn't like a bit of self indulgance that's free!